Dakota
He watched in horror at the damage done to his daughter. When she started to pass out, both Terrell and Luta had to hold him back. He didn’t care if something happened to him. He had to go to her.
Above the roar of an unnatural wind, which swirled around Kenna, he heard Rada crying uncontrollably. She was down on her hands and knees, reaching for Ken. Mahkah stopped her from getting too close with both arms wrapped loosely around her. The Crows and the others all stepped back and huddled together. But Dakota kept fighting. He pushed less-than-gently on the two men and tried to wriggle his way free.
It wasn’t until Terrell stepped in front of him—blocking his view of Ken—that he calmed somewhat. He placed Dakota’s head in his hands and held him close. “Shh,” he said above the stor
