Axel’s pov
I drove through the rough terrain, my truck’s engine growling with irritation as we neared the closest rogue camp. The sun was still over the horizon, its rays stretching across the wasteland casting dark long shadows. It was quiet. Too quiet. Lysander sat in the passenger seat and began checking his weapons before loading some bullets into a rifle.
I chuckled softly as I parked behind a large rock. “You’re seriously bringing all of that?”
He laughed lightly. “I’m not like you, I like to be prepared for the occasion that things don’t go how you have planned it in your head.”
“I can’t imagine why anything would go wrong.” I put the truck into neutral hiding behind a large boulder out of view from anything or anyone that could possibly see us. When the engine was silent we sat
