FLETCHER'S POV
Bianca's appearance turned bleak. I put a hand on her arm, needing her to snap out from imagining just plain terrible.
"Try not to discuss such miserable things. We should simply make a point to win," I smiled.
Bianca returned my smile, yet I saw she wasn't completely sure. I pulled her toward me and embraced her to my side.
The commander watched us and gestured. "Best of luck with your conflict."
"Much obliged to you. We will require all the karma to be our ally." I knew the conflict against Logan would be difficult.
With the Eastern pack- and ideally the Southern Paw on our side as well - the chances of winning would be undeniably more in support of ourselves. Indeed, even numbers alone, however, wouldn't guarantee triumph.
Cautious preparation, supp
