Hunter gathered the Shadow Legion an hour before sunset.
Not because he'd planned some grand leadership moment. Because Qiu wouldn't stop pestering him about making decisions and Luna kept sending notification sounds in his head and Mei had given him that look that said "you're avoiding responsibility again" without saying a word.
Seven year olds should not be that perceptive. It was concerning.
The Shadow Legion members assembled around the fire pit. All fifteen of them. Some sitting. Some standing. All waiting for him to say something that resembled actual leadership.
He had nothing prepared. No speech. No plan. Just the vague sense that staying in a destroyed camp with 30% supplies was probably a bad idea and someone should do something about that.
That someone being him. Unfortunately.
"We need to talk about what happens next," Hunter started.
