I paced on the border at dawn, Zena on the surface as I listened and smelt the surrounding forest near constantly, my head scanning like a carnival clown.
King lounged against a tree, Mabel at his feet with her ankles crossed, and her nose buried in a small journal she'd somehow managed to bring with her, scrunching her nose to adjust her glasses. King's eyes met mine, seeing the tension, and gave me a knowing look.
"Shouldn't be too long, Luna," he assured, his arms crossed over his chest, his bite-proof jacket sleeves torn off, though he'd restitched them to be gloved gauntlets that wrapped his wrists and forearms.
Deciding to keep being distracted, I moved away from my pacing line I'd left in the poor patch of grass, stepping to King and gestured to his makeshift armor. "How effect
