"We can't stay here." Charity paced in front of the cold fireplace. She was alone in the living room with Little Bear and Walton. It annoyed her to have to speak through a translator, but Little Bear's English was very minimal and she had no clue what language he even spoke. She had no interest in learning, either.
"What would you have us do? We cannot just attack towns like rogue bandits on the run."
She stopped and placed her fists on her hips. Standing in front of the chair, she could see the stain on the floor where Isabelle had died. Where she killed her. Charity's mouth watered just thinking of the delicious flesh.
Little Bear's voice snapped her back to the present and she angled herself so she could no longer see the dried blood. "We are running out of food," she continued. "We will not last here much longer. They are already getting restless. They want to hunt, they want to move. And besides, the cattle are disgusting. The meat doesn't taste right. It doesn't satisfy our hunger."
Little Bear laughed, but it held no humor, just annoyance. "No, it does not taste as good, but it supplies what we need. That is enough."
Charity growled. "Enough? What do you think we are? Animals? Lowly creatures who don't deserve to thrive? We have the power. Why don't we just go take a town? What can they do to us? Why do we sit here and suffer when--"
He smiled and cut her off with an upheld hand. "Have patience, my queen. We--"
"I know, I know. We will have our vengeance." Her tone was mocking. She scoffed at him. "It's not my vengeance. It's yours. And you've had it. You killed the men who killed your family and destroyed your village. You turned them into worthless creatures just like you. Good for you. Congratulations. Now what? You just want to wander all over the desert, afraid of everything, attacking little piddly farms and feeding on livestock?" She waved her arms in the air and began pacing again. "You were given a great gift! The chance to be better, to be more than what you were before. Why won't you use it? Why do you hide in shame instead of ruling the world like you're meant to?"
Little Bear's black hair floated in front of his face as he shook his head. "It was not meant for that, my queen."
"Stop calling me your queen. We don't have an empire to rule, so I can't be a queen and you can't be a king."
Little Bear stared at her for a long time before he spoke. "No, we do not have an empire. But we have a clan. We have people who are counting on us to lead them, to keep them alive."
Charity laughed. "They're mindless monsters. You're not keeping them alive. You're not leading them at all. All you're doing is keeping them penned up like animals. Like hungry, starving lions. They are turning on each other.
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