We spent all day near the border. Immediately when we settled on our campsite for the next week, I walked around and looked for the best positions where to put the guards for the night's shift.
George never knew, but I could sense that this was another trap. It felt like one. At this camp, there were twice as many trainers as the last time. And no one from the rouges in training was guarding the campsite at night. As I checked the border, my eyes locked on two of the Alter moon pack's soldiers. One of them finished the House of Hadrian training course with me and George. I walked next to them and asked
- What does it look like here?-
-Nothing new. But someone was actively using this territory. I found footprints that were maybe two days old. Other ones were even older. And they didn't
