Naturally, we veer off the beaten path parallel to what looks like the most used path and stalk through the brambles and bushes as close to the ground as possible.


    <em><strong>”Alright, now you’re just showing off. Do we all get the camouge thing or is that just you and your mates?”</strong></em> Jena mumbles at me.


    <em><strong>”I have no idea. I can’t even tell that we are turning it on and off. I can see you all, can you see me? What does it actually look like?”</strong></em>


    <em><strong>”When you move you kind of shimmer, but if you stay really still, your fur blends inpletely. I can still feel you though, I know exactly where you are, but I can’t smell anyone. I assume that’s how you know magic is being used against us.”</strong></em> Lil follows up.


    <em><strong>”All of you try holding still, let’s see if you have the camo too, or maybe I can share it somehow.”</strong></em>


    They all crouch low, not moving a muscle except for their eyes constantly checking our surroundings. I can still see them like always, but it’s something we need to test with someone who is not me. I think about sharing the ability too, but I get nothing. I have no idea what my abilities allow me to do and not do out of the norm. It seems like some things are based on the situation and purely instinct. Forsome reason this magic affects my sense of smell like everyone else though. I don’t understand that, but I pack it in the ‘figure out when we aren’t about to die’ part of my mind.


    <em><strong>”I can still see you, but that doesn’t mean it’s not working. Let’s keep going.”</strong></em>This text is property of N?/velD/rama.Org.


    The trees begin to thin out as we creep along, making almost no noise. This was one of the most intense trainings we did. Being silent in our movements was sometimes the difference in life or death. We finally find an edge to the forest and what I see makes even my wolf’s jaw hit the ground.


    It’s apound. Not just any make-shift, temporary set up of tents, but a whole set of buildings. Where the hell did all of thise from and how did none of us know? Niks and Osiston have been running their own version of patrols trying to find the Rogue King and he really has been right under our nose the whole time. Is he that much smarter than we are? Or is this just several generations of nninging to light? This is insane and we have a big problem.


    The wolves we have been fighting are disposable, because he has at least a thousand more to follow up with. I wonder if they are all under a spell like the one Mike had been using at his camp or if there is something more here.


    I link the guys and fill them in on what we found. It took a solid ten minutes and a full Royal Alphamand to getthem to shut up long enough to listen after I told them we found the hideout. We took turns giving them all the details we could from our vantage point.


    <em><strong>”What about that boyfriend of yours, Little One? Is he there? Do you think he would help you from the inside if you found him?”</strong></em>


    I think Nikloas has a soft spot for Robbie after he brought Gentry back to us. My mates have no such emotion towards him, especially after that little jibe from Nik. Asshole. I’m already in enough trouble for taking off. I can only imagine what their possessive asses are going to do when we get back.