Amber handed Sam a glass of whiskey, then sat down next to her on the couch. She'd brought Sam to her office to try and get to terms with what they'd seen.
"Are you okay?" Amber asked quietly.
"No, those things are evil, Amber. How can I expect my people to fight them?" Sam tried to stand but Amber held her in place.
"They'll fight because they trust that by the time we fight them you will have a plan, you'd have thought about every little detail, and we'll know how to fight them. Your wolves, me, those guys waiting in the other room, will fight with you, we're all here to help you. This is not all on you." Amber said. She leaned over and kissed Sam on the cheek then sat back again. "We will beat them, yes we," She added again when Sam flicked her eyes to her. "Because I am fighting
