Sorayah was beyond dumbfounded, standing frozen as she tried processing Dimitri's words . As much as she wanted to argue, he was right. Charging into the werewolf city armed to the teeth would only guarantee a swift and brutal death, likely before they even reached the gates.
But to survive, they need to appear harmless. Going in weak, vulnerable even, gave them a better chance of slipping through unnoticed.
Her lips parted, but no words came at first as she was lost of words. Then finally, with a reluctant sigh of resignation, she nodded.
"Okay," Sorayah muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I understand you."
Without a moment's delay, Liam turned and walked a few paces behind the hill, returning with a cloth sack slung over his shoulder. He tossed it toward her with calculated precision, the bag landing at her feet with a muted thud.
You...
Sorayah wanted to curse at him for the ride behavior but then she controlled herself, her fist tightly clenched beside her.
