*Sterling POV*
When we finally arrived, Jameson was pissed. Pissed might even be an understatement. However, when he voiced his reasoning, I didn't blame him. I, too, was a little upset when I saw the layout of our camp.
"Jay, you need to calm the f**k down so we can figure this out. How far are the nearest hotels? It doesn't even have to be nice hotels. Just somewhere for us to stay out of sight," I asked my dad.
My dad was aggravated with the two of us, but told me where there were hotels. "Sterling, I say we don't worry about the damned hotels, send a large group of scouts out into the forest, and see exactly what we would be facing in there. I think we would be fine, there are too many of us. There would have to be hundreds of rogues to even create a dent in what we have," he state
