Chapter 14: Worth the Risk?

"Willow are you alright?" her grandmother asked, noting her distracted stare. Willow turned her eyes on her.

"Yeah, sorry. I was lost in my thoughts," she replied, shaking loose the thoughts from the other day. She hadn't seen Garin since they met his family in the woods. She was still shaken by the hate and venom in his father's eyes. She knew hunters were their enemy. She knew it in her bones, but she had foolishly thought that those days were past. The treaty had been enacted a hundred years ago; her grandmother had penned most of it.

She had encountered other Red Hoods before, but they were more civil, just stopping by every few years to make sure the treaty hadn't been broken and to share news with her clan elders regarding other parts of the world. It was tenuous at best, but it worked, and they never stayed. Until the Brochades came.

With a shiver she looked down at her plate and began gobbling up the eggs there, hoping to leave before Lyall wandered in as he had been doin