Looking over her shoulder, Ophelia stealthily made her way to the human encampments just as the sun began to set on the horizon and the festivities shifted to the grand halls.
She knew the risk she was taking but she also knew that she had to get the word to Sherman so that he would be able to make sure that the humans were ready to escape once the opportunity presented itself.
And so, as she rushed through the shadows, making sure to hide her scent and her steps, her heart raced wildly in her chest, reminding her again and again of what would happen if things were to go south.
She entered Claudine’s tent from behind, knowing that she wasn’t followed and the humans gasped seeing her.
They all seemed to be sitting in a circle, around a tall candle, praying.
She raised her hands in
