Chapter 32.

One week later.

No one came that night for Violet’s note. But since we had been spying every day, what we did know was that someone did eventually come, we had just frustratingly missed them. Since then, we had decided that each watch would be for four hours, with another group of three coming to the border to take over whilst the others headed back to camp, meaning that any move Violet and her mystery friend made would not be missed again.

“What’s with the sudden fascination with that Whitlock pack then Estelle?” Oscar asked curiously as me and grams poured the fresh water we had collected into the shallow well.

“We think the men that came here are linked to the attacks that have happened to the Whitlock pack”. She told him.

“Ok..”. He shrugged looking confused. “But who cares, what’s that got anything to do with us?”

“I came from Whitlock”. I chimed in. “I have people there I care about”.

“It also happens to be where I came from too”. Grams admitted.

“Sooo, are you saying we