Nia’s Pov
Clara’s heels crunched against the dirt as she stepped closer to Rowan, her voice sharp but composed. “I don’t think this is a good idea,” she said tightly. “We’ll be risking another attack. This is exactly what they want. We should leave everyone to fend for themselves until the border stabilizes.”
I blinked, disbelief cutting through my shock. “You can’t be serious.”
Clara turned to me, her expression carved from ice. “I am. We’re werewolves, Nia. We were born for this. Our instincts tell us when to fight and when to fall back. You’re reasoning like a human.”
My fists clenched at my sides. “Because I am human,” I snapped. “And because I know what it means to care when someone’s life is on the line. What about the kids?” I gestured toward the injured children being carried b
