Wilder aimed and shot and shot and aimed and by the third day, he was bored. As soon as the darkness came over, the Oak Tails army would make their attacks and not retreat until dawn. As if they were vampires who could only fight in the dark. Wilder found it stupid; why can’t they just attack in the daylight and make his work easier, he was tired of squeezing his eye in the dark and sleeping in the daytime. He wanted his old life of waking up early and going to the office back, even though he disliked most of the work he had to do, at least he could take a day off once in a while. This, he decided, was more exhausting than marketing.
The third night came and once again all of them were ordered to take their places and not let a single wolf past them. By now, Wren was fighting behind th
