You could cut the air with a knife, it was that thick with the tension. Buck was staring blankly at the back of the office door, listening to the inner monologue of the battle. I was sitting across from him watching his expressions change from one minute to the next. Every now and then he would say what was happening to put me at ease but that was usually after I said his name out aloud or squeezed his hand. It was getting close to another reminder.
"Our troops are lined up and ready, " he said. "They can see the wolves approaching."
I never would have thought that I was the nervous type but the further I chewed my nails down to stubs the more I began to believe it. I gave his hand another squeeze.
"The wolves are charging. Our troops are running up to meet them. We outnumber them two t
