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Chapter Twenty Four
Fear swept among our ranks. My people needed a competent leader, and I wasn’t sure I was up to the task. How I wish my Grandfather would swoop in and take over. No, that wasn’t true. If I ever wanted to earn respect from my Pride, it would be in times of crisis. I just needed to channel my inner feline strength. It was time for Kaya, my panther, to make herself known. If the goddesses felt I was born to be a leader it was time I called on them for help.
I need to remember what Grandfather always said, “Just do what comes next.” I took a deep breath and steadied myself. “Ok, we need to speed up our time table. There is no need to wait till just after midnight. Let’s get all the players here in under an hour. Bring the shapeshifters, someone find Dalya,
Sariya ChatonWould you give in? Let’s hear those thoughts!
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