The Convocation
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  • Reads 380
  • Votes 4
  • Parts 10
  • Time 2h 53m
Ongoing, First published Dec 03, 2015
Book two of my two part series, The Runaways.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Peter shouted when he pulled away from him. Alec shrugged.

"You need a commander not a runaway." Peter shook his head.

"I don't need anyone except for my little runaway." Alec smiled and looked down. The sadness in his eyes was almost maddening. He did not deserve to feel as though he was not important to the safety of these people or important to the war that was brewing.

"You need to understand. Even though I may know how to fight, I am only putting these people into more danger than they need to be in. If I return to the Convocation not only am I their inside man but I am also helping to keep these people safer than when I am here."

"I wish it didn't have to be this way."
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