Before the sun could even think of coming over the horizon, the whole camp was up and moving around. We made a quick campfire breakfast of eggs, sausage, bacon, and toast and had coffee pouring all around. Once everyone had eaten, we got dressed and ready for the two mile march to the territory border. We planned to infiltrate through the back of the territory and march as close as we can to the pack house before being spotted and reported by guards.
As Isabella got dressed, Luis, Rafael, and I worked on getting Xolo dressed in his armor for the march. It was much easier said than done since the damn dog wouldn’t hold still unless all nine heads were being rubbed and he had treats in all of his faces as well. This was hard to do since we only had six hands between the three of us. We end
