Clara
As we got closer to the clearing where they all stood, I felt the eyes of our warriors follow me from their concealed positions. We worked our way behind our leadership, and I watched as each slowly drifted their eyes back acknowledging our presence. We reached a boulder at the edge of our right flank. Several warriors stood in front providing distraction from our movements as I climbed it some before working at my clothes on my back leg, removing them so that they wouldn’t slow me down during the fight. My father was pacing back and forth in front of his formation and I could see the fear settling over him. Anger as well rolled off him and he started grabbing his warriors and throwing them toward Damien’s side, screaming at them to fight. None would move. Was his pack truly turning
