When Ish and Kali return home, they tell us they found the Arena. Kali is pacing in the way only a predatory feline can. Back and forth, back and forth.
“Kali, please have a seat.” Her nervous energy is making me nervous.
“Ishir, we can’t just leave them in there for another week,” Kali says.
“We have to. You didn’t see the locks.” He turns to me. “They made preparations for another attack. You can be sure they will be prepared to fight when we show up.”
“I’d like to see them fight against my fire.”
“It’s not you that I’m worried about. Kali, me, and every other shifter in the Arena… we’re the ones that will be shot with whatever crap they fill their bullets with. I’m not worried about the silver, but that’s not all they use. And don’t even get me started about their possible use of p
