Twenty-Nine
“Get them away from the civilians! Get them to safely! Retreat to the north!”
I raced through the battlefield and tried to pick up the pieces of our army. Maybe Bearclaw and Annie on the other side would sense the retreat as well as it made a wave through the crowd. And while I ran, my eyes only looked for one man. Thomas. The traitor. I had to kill him. His betrayal had destroyed all of us. In the far north, another battle erupted. A battle of its own, as if unrelated to chaos here in Vauxhall. But I couldn’t see who was on either side. I ran further.
You’re not a murderer.
But I had no choice. How many more would he kill before I could stop him? I couldn’t forget Kyle’s eyes, the pain inside of them as Thomas ended his life. Rage boiled inside my chest. I ran.
At the end
