But first, Addison felt certain that she had almost figured out what was attracting the creatures to the temporary camp.
The answer felt so close, like it was sitting right at the tip of her tongue.
Yet every time she came close to grasping it, the thought slipped away again.
And somehow, that feeling was even more frustrating than not knowing at all.
Unfortunately, she couldn't simply leave her position to investigate.
If she abandoned the role of commanding officer now and handed it over to someone else, things could easily fall apart. None of the others had real battlefield experience. A single mistake in issuing orders could trigger another… and another…
And once that chain of errors began, the fragile morale they had just managed to build, and the small advantage they currently held could collapse in an instant.
Addison felt trapped between a rock and a hard place.
'What should I do?' she wondered.
As she scanned the battlefield, another thought crossed her mind.
