Chapter 31: Underestimated

By the time we heard the distant cheers and jeers of a camp, it was pitch black in the forest once again. The clouds had obscured the light of the stars and moon and all we could see was the flickering of torches and fires a few hundred metres away, burning like beacons in the darkness.

Theodore had lead us down into a valley which true to name, held hundreds of ancient oak trees that loomed high above. There was a gushing river too which we the rough, foamy water of until is splintered into two smaller brookes.

"I can smell her," Tobias said as we stayed tucked behind one of the oak trees, "She's here."

"Do we have a plan?" I asked.

"How many arrows do you have, Esme?" Theodore asked.

"Thirteen," I replied.

"Alpha Brynn?"

"Only six left," Tobias said, "And how many men are there?" 

Theodore peered around the tree and paused for a moment.

"Two and a half dozen at least," he said.

"Fuck," Tobias said, "We can'