Lyla
"My love, more dangerous than letting the Dark One win?" I countered. "More dangerous than watching our people become his slaves?"
"I hate to disrupt," Circe interjected. "This is what she was born for, Ramsey. You can't protect her from her destiny."
I returned to the table, placing my hands flat on its surface. "Here's what we're going to do. We will divide into three groups. The first group, led by the High Priestess and the other priestesses, creates a distraction – they'll go after the weaker Ferals and create a front assault that draws the Ferals' attention. The second group, led by Circe, would circle around to cut off their retreat routes and take care of any surprises."
"The third group?" Darren asked.
"I, Ramsey, my elite warriors, and the three hundred and fifty changed Ferals would look for the Dark One. If we can successfully kill or capture him, that would solve our problem by half."
