Chapter 11

WREN

“NO!” Lucius yells as he walks away from me.

“Lucius, we’re in trouble. We need help!” I follow him out to the spot where he chops his wood.

“Forget it, Wren. Not happening?” He grabs a log and places it on a stump and grabs his axe. He swings it up and brings it down on the log, splitting it in two.

I sigh in frustration. “Lu. What are you going to do when the rest of the Nomads come down on us? Devlin was right. We can’t fight all of them.”

He picks up a half and puts it on the stump. He swings and splits in quarters. “We’ll fight. Just like we always have.” He splits the other half into quarters.

He picks up the wood and carries it to his fire. Squatting down, he throws one piece onto the burning pile.

“You can’t fight everyone, Lu. You don’t have the fighters!” I flail my arms out to the side.

He stands and leans close. “I’m not calling the fucking Alliance, Wren. Drop it!” He growls.

“Lucius, please be reasonable here. We have the manpower, the weapons. We can get you anythi