Gwen stood at the edge of the highest roof of their compound, the faint whirring of the city below barely reaching her.
The wind tugged at her hair as she stared out over the sprawling skyline, her katana strapped to her back like an extension of herself. She hated this feeling—helplessness, indecision. It gnawed at her, wearing her thin as she replayed Will's arguments in her mind. She had always prided herself on being loyal, on doing what was necessary for their clan without letting emotion cloud her judgment. But this? This was different.
