I scoffed, but seeing his blood falling to the ground from the wound on his shoulder bothered me. 

If we continue, this whole place would smell like him, and this would trigger the Red Crows Pack to come here. 

"We saw their warning, if we're going to continue at this point, our bodies would handle far worse," I asked and Maya snorted at me, patting my back teasingly.

"What? Staying behind your captor's sleeves made you softer? Your father leads us to victory despite the risks. We handled far worse than this." She said and I sighed. Maya is right. But I just couldn't fight off this unsettling feeling beyond...