Olivia’s POV “Go faster!” the crowd cheered from the audience as if the warriors could hear them. Many pack members held their breath in suspense, their eyes fixed on the screen, worry written all over their faces as they silently prayed for their warriors. Many of the warriors fighting in the secret plane had mates, children, and relatives in the audience watching in fear and dread of what was going to happen next. Every swing of a blade, every fall of a beast, felt personal to someone seated here. “Oh dear Moon Goddess, please protect my daddy and bring him back to Mama and me safe and sound,” a little girl of about eight years old beside me prayed softly. “I promised to be a good girl and always listen to Mama from now on,” she added, her voice trembling as tears ran down her face. I couldn’t help but tear up, my eyes growing moist at the little girl’s prayers, spoken so innocently from a heart that still believed the world could be gentle. Beside the little girl was a pret
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