Nova POV:
Perched up a tree opposite two buildings where the archers and gun men are stationed, Flo and I stay frozen in our spots waiting for the rogues to appear. As soon as we hear from the scout we see distant movement in the trees as leaves begin to rustle and the sound of many paws hits our ears.
"What use are the archers if they can't kill them?!" Flo links me sounding panicked after Jax tells us his new information.
"They can aim for their hearts, many at the white mountain pack are skilled enough to do so, I trained them myself on moving targets" I tell her. "But we still would have to get the hearts out of them" I admit as my brows furrow in concentration.
"Why don't I go down and rid them of their hearts?" She suggests as I look at her slowly.
"You could" I agree, "but not
