Next morning, Val shakes me awake.
“Time for patrol.”
“What about breakfast?”
“We can eat on the job,” she says.
She seems to be in a hurry.
I dress quickly and grab my weapons, then we’re off and out.
It’s a beautiful morning.
Val takes the lead.
She is silent, her eyes scanning the horizon.
She marching briskly, heading in a direction we don't normally take.
Soon, we're climbing a hill. It's not steep, but the terrain in unfamiliar and I have to watch my footing.
“Why are we going up here?” I ask.
“It’s safer,” she says.
"If you think the rogues won't bother us up here, I think you're wrong.”
Val throws me a quick glance. "I mean it's safer from the pack."
I look at her as we continue on upwards. She’s up to something and it's giving me a weird feeling inside.
We wind o
