Neve
“Loving the new look, Neve,” Jarik swished my braids playfully as I walked past him to sit at the warriors’ main table. Rafe shot him a warning glare, which I rolled my eyes at as I took a seat between my two mates on the wooden bench. I loved the twins' friends. They had accepted me into their group without hesitation and the dynamic between them all was like a big extended family. Jarik seemed to be Rafe’s closest buddy but, at the same time, loved to tease my big bear. Hansil and Kafele gelled over their free-spirited, laid-back attitudes. Wredon was the quieter member, but he came out of his shell a little more after a few ales. Tonight, all their mates had joined them in the grand hall because they had been training like me to take part in the battle. Jarik was the only one of t
