Oliver
Just as I was pulling into the main gates at home I could tell something was going on. Claire had chatted most of the 3 hour journey home before finally falling asleep. She stirred as I stopped suddenly as Mum came running out of the large marble door and down the steps.
“Thank god you are ok, why didn’t you answer your phone?” Her eyes were filled with tears.
As one of our pick ups pulled up outside the house, Dad appeared.
“Oliver, son thank goodness you are safe, get in the truck, Wise Water has been attacked they need our help.”
My mind was reeling, I had not long ago left the pack everything seemed fine. I ran back to my car to pick up my phone, realising the battery was flat.
I jumped into the passenger seat of the truck and within moments we were tearing out the d
