THE SECOND CHALLENGE

"Do you think we're safe here?" I asked Roman in a small voice.

We were at the site of Uncle Victor's latest project, the mending of an old bell tower and everyone had

left knocked off already.

I had stayed behind to keep Roman company. He was in charge of transporting any left over

equipment.

I sat in the passenger seat of his truck swinging my legs out of the open door. I had a notebook and pen

in my hands because I was supposed to be writing a report for my English class on 'The Little Red

Riding Hood'. The most hated book around here. Go figure.

But I got easily distracted as I watched Roman load up another tool box.

"Safe where?" He asked. "As in here in Woodfell?"

He had taken off his outer shirt leaving him with a wifebeater on underneath.

Sweat glistened on his face and I couldn't help but stare at his toned arms as he worked.

"Yeah." I responded. "The war wasn't that long ago. Don't you get scared sometimes? About what could

happen if one of the defeated packs de