The small creatures scurried under foot and fluttered through the air. Even they had come prepared for battle. They were clothed in armor and carried tiny weapons. Seeing the forest creatures so concerned was a sobering moment for Neala. They weren’t playing at warrior anymore. The Rectors went over scenario after scenario, doing their best to cover every contingency. There were a lot more Danes than druids and that seriously limited their battle options. People talked about whether or not to ask the non-druid members of the clans for help. Liam and Irial stood atop the log and spoke in favor of asking for help. There was a lot of arguing. Neala watched Kyla pace back and forth, cursing as she did so. Cian tried to calm her down but it wasn’t working. Neala found herself avoiding contact with Bren and wishing Donal was there.As if her wish had summoned him, she felt the pull of his power. Turning around, she saw him step out of the trees, concealed in a hooded cloak that was the color of the forest.
