*Erik*
“It has only been three moons,” Anders tells me as we load supplies into the boat. The water does not seep into my boots, but I can feel the cold through them.
“Yes, but they are ready,” I tell him. “Their wolves were strong as soon as they shifted, but they needed to control how to shift.”
“And they all do?” he asks.
I sigh. “No. We tried, but it is a difficult task. We will attack at the full moon. Their wolves are ready to attack even if they cannot control when they shift. When we attack under the moon, it won’t matter.”
He steps into the boat and takes an empty trunk from me. “They are trusting you. Eleanor is trusting you. If they do not return home, you will have several children with no parents left.”
“I know this,” I snap at him. “I know this is not the saf
