Chapter 71

TYLER

It is very hard to see someone take a bold but stupid step. It's even worse when such decisions affect you too.

I knew people like Pascelina; tough as a nail but have minds that are so narrow they fail to see anything other than what they think is right.

As of now, she was talking about how we would fight Acelia. How we would show them what we are made of.

My goodness. This woman was leading us to our bloody deaths and they were all cheering for her as though she was some bloody hero.

"As some of you may already know, we have a witch of our own," Pascelina shouted out, her frail voice echoing in the forest. "This witch will help us create weapons that will aid us in winning this battle. But don't get it twisted, we are the ones doing the fighting. The gun doesn't win the battle; men do that." She took a pause, looking around her, pride brimming in her whole being. "The werewolf is the embodiment of utter impeccability. From the way we change, to our abilities, to our strengths—