Chapter 18. A New Major

KAMIL

November 26th, xxxx

Major Sandcastle has no love lost for traitors. He is angry, betrayed to the point that if he sees their lying betraying faces, he’ll smash them with rocks. He couldn’t believe it then, can’t believe it now but has concluded they are not coming back.

The seven troops do not share this sentiment. They mope, whine, stare into space, keep a lookout for prodigal Shifters. At first, he let them be.

He did those things too, ask questions no one can answer but after five sluggish days, he has moved on. He’ll curse the traitors in the back of his mind but henceforth, he will not let their absconding mess with his head.

“Get up, gather around.” At the sluggish movements, Kamil barks, “Now!”

Scrambling to their feet, the seven Privates stand at attention, hands behind their backs. He stares upon them with his best stern expression.

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