Chapter 63. Meetings

Lamia POV

It had been a week since we had discovered the mutilated Clan across the river. It had hit everyone who was there hard and it was an image that was tough to get rid of. There was an unspoken disquietude around MacTire, a wondering of if we would be next. I was confident in our warriors though, and assured pack members that if we did fall under attack, they would surely be sorry. It seemed to ease the minds of some but not all.

Every time I heard Petra running the halls of the castle, I was reminded of how she had lost her whole life, her family. Sometimes at night I would wake from my own nightmares to hear her muffled sobs. For a ten-year-old, she was dealing with the aftermath quite well, despite that everything and everyone she had known was gone. I sometimes wondered if the magnitude of what happened to her Clan had really sunk in, but then I would hear her cries in the night and each night I would go to her. Mrs. Brown had become her permanent care taker,