Chapter 15: His Way

The first sign of enemy soldiers on the Southern border came after only half an hour of crouching in the bushes.

It only took the crunch of a twig across the border for me to release an arrow from my bow and send a body straight to the floor.

"Stay in position," I whispered to the surrounding Nightingales as I peered around the tree I was hiding behind to see the man I'd shot.

He was large with a gaunt ugly face and bushy rugged hair. His eyes, which stared frozen up at the night sky, were black and beady as the life faded from him. His skin was weathered and scarred and he held a foul smell, like that of a rogue. 

I grimaced before glancing around at my soldiers who stayed still in their positions, ready to fight. 

My orders were simple: do whatever it takes to protect the pack.

I didn't know what else to suggest. We had no idea what we were up against or what tactics and numbers to expect but I couldn't help but wonder what Tobia