Chapter 42
VANESSA
“Can't believe I am going on my first war.” Laria gagged, stomping her feet as she paced about.
I carefully fastened my leather armour onto my shirt. “ It's not really war, Laria. You don't sound as excited as I had expected. I know it's not your dream, but don't you think it's going to impress your father.”
Ensuring my armour was snug and secure, I took my small dagger, sliding it into its sheath, and tightening the straps.
“Yes but what if this turns out bad, what if we all die? You said it has been Alpha Stan's long-life plan to kill you. This can be an open opportunity.” Laria groaned, clutching her armour. “You get me right?”
“I certainly do Laria, it's okay to be scared.” I grasped my sword and fastened it to my waist, adjusting it for comfort and ease of
