MARSHALL POV.
The room fell silent after that, none of us talking as we both seemed to be lost in our private thoughts.
Debra I can only assume is thinking hard and brainstorming to figure out a safer and better way for this to happen, one that wouldn't end up with the death and distraction of her precious hunter friends, while I was busy raking my head to find for where exactly I was supposed to start with this.
I mean I already made up my mind as soon as I heard Debra's story that I was going to go for Freya. I already decided I would rescue and bring Freya back home myself if it's the last thing I do before those heartless humans carried out whatever inhumanity it was that they had in mind, no questions asked, and no lines drawn, not even if it means I have to stain my hands and bat
