Wren
"Don't move a muscle," Tarrion said.
How ironic. Tarrion not commiting suicide actually might save us from this thing.
It stalked forward, isn't beastly eyes staring us down. I tried not to whimper and failed miserably. "Are you sure?"
"Listen to him," Domi said. "It might just save our lives."
Unfortunately, the next thing the beast did was get ready to charge. "We'll have to fight," Gemma whispered.
I nodded, my teeth clenched.
