“I’ll show him,” Calla muttered under her breath in anger. It had only been a few hours since she ran from her family, and knowing her father, she knew not to expect anyone to look for her for a while. In fact, they all probably thought she was still pouting in her hut. She wasn’t the only one of her sisters who felt this rage at being sheltered their whole lives, but she was the most vocal about it. Suddenly, she heard t...