"First things first, we are going to spend the night here. You all have been through enough already. Tomorrow we'll prepare ourselves," Kyle ordered, sitting on the trunk.
"Prepare for what exactly?" Eric asked for the rest of us.
"War," Kyle deadpanned.
The word wasn't spoken too loud or too soft, yet it had a great impact on all of us. This meant more deaths. More killing. We were right there with the enemy but did nothing.
Those of us who were standing either sat on the bed or the floor. The need to comfort mates got stronger. All heartbeats increased.
"Scarlet is angry and when Dire witches are angry, they do crazy murderous things," Kyle elaborated. "She wants to kill the High Council members because they took something from her that she'll never get back. They took her innocence, her happiness, and her forever. She can't get any of it back, so she's going to kill them for it and everyone else who stands in her way."
