Syria’s POV
“Hey, where have you been?” Kael asked when he saw me.
I met his eyes. “I just went to visit my uncle.”
My chest tightened. My uncle’s words from earlier were still echoing in my head.
“Why? Did he say something again?”
I shifted my gaze away from him. “He did. But it doesn’t matter. I’ll show him. I’ll make him eat his words.”
“Where’s my counselor?” I asked, changing the topic.
“I’ll bring him.”
I paced back and forth after he left. My uncle thought I was weak. That I couldn’t carry the tribe on my shoulders. But he didn’t know me.
I would prove him wrong, no matter how long it took.
A few minutes later, Kael came back with one of the elders.
“Serenya,” I said, stepping forward.
“Tell me everything I need to fix in this tribe. List them all. And tell me what I nee
