Underestimated

I stood on the hill, watching the army of shifters build a war camp. My whole body shuddered as I realized the true power of the enemy. Compared to them, the forces of our resistance group seemed ridiculously small, and I had to find a way to tell Garren about it. I knew that at some point our group would meet this army in the battle, and when that happened, we stood no chance of survival…

My hands fisted into balls. There had to be a way to defeat them. Maybe if we somehow got in contact with other resistance groups on the continent. Maybe if we joined our forces. Maybe if we attacked together...

“They're almost done,” Caspian informed me as he joined me on the hill. “Kaan's tent is already set, so you can either go there or come with me and grab something to eat.”

Truthfully, I wished I could just lock myself in the tent and stay away from all those hordes of bloodthirsty savages, but my stomach had a different opinion on that matter, growling at the sound of the word “eat.”

Relucta