We all stood at the edge of the woods, making sure not to go over the border, our eyes fixed on the thick trees in the witch's territory.
''The camp fire and smoke was coming from that direction,'' Kit pointed to my left, ''Most likely close to the river that cuts through there.''
''Cheers, I'll see you later,'' I said back, before Kit shifted again and Western ran home.
''Okay,'' I turned to Emmet, ''The witches have a look-out tower that way,'' I pointed to the right, ''They may have seen the campfire themselves and have already dealt with it, but if it was rogues, then they may have killed the witches already.''
''Alright.'' Emmet took a breath, ''If this is to do with Emory and something happens to me, take care of Zan.''
''I don't need you to tell me to do that.'' I snapped, but
