Ninety-nine

BLAKE'S POV

It's been over two months since we had to run from our pack. Father was growing weak as well and with every second that passed. Nr couldn't be blamed for that. A man at his age was meant to be in the comfort of his pack, relaxing after all the stress he had gone through in his youth but then he was out there in the wild with the constant fear of getting attacked. I add frustrated as well and the more I pondered on it, the more my heart broke. Within the while we had been there, I had managed to gather three thousand men but that was nothing in comparison to the large army of Rahl.

"What's the problem? Why do you seem so Troubled?" Father queried when he saw me pacing the length and breadth of the room that served as hall to receive guests.

"It's nothing dad. I just had something on my mind," I lied to him as the last thing I wanted was for him to feel the sadness and pain I was feeling at that moment. He didn't have to go through all of that all over again but somehow,