Chapter 8
Srahuni threw a disgusted look at the map spread over the table. “We are dead center of this mess. Why us?”
“Because…” Aleledai rubbed both hands over his tired eyes. They were dry and irritated from staring at the map and various reports coming from the camp and his fellow Commanders. Runners were probably even more worn than he was. Dark was still hours from taking over the camp, and yet Aleledai felt like he had been awake and working for days without sleep. He tried to blink the gritty feeling out of his eyes. It didn’t help.
“We are the chosen.” Vunei bared his fangs at Aleledai’s second. “The Commanders together decided we are the best suited to begin the battle. What other reason do you need?”
“It looks like a sure death in the dark,” Srahuni snapped back. “We were the
