Layne stood in the den, beside the rocking chair where Heaven cuddled Adalyn in her arms. He kept his feet at shoulder’s width and crossed his arms behind his back, studying the faces of his family and friends. The mood in the room varied from pessimistic to optimistic. Everyone who’d participated in the battle was tired and sore. Some were even recovering from injuries.
Overall, everyone was thankful to be alive and, for the time being, safe. How long that safety remained was unknown. Every battle they’d faced against The Fallen had grown in intensity. If they didn’t do something soon, they may not survive the next one.
“It’s time we stop waiting for The Fallen to bring a battle to us,” Layne said. “We need to be proactive.”
“I agree with you, my king,” Captain Laveaux assured him. Sta
