Later that afternoon, I head down to a sheltered part of the school grounds.
Just me, my usual shifting gear and a plastic bag.
Grey is due on patrol, and I am being true to my word. I am going to shadow her and see whether more rogues appear anywhere along her route.
I cannot imagine it will happen during the day, but my Grandfather clearly has a reason for suggesting this. It is irritating me that I know nothing about what's going on. Why on earth would rogues potentially be targeting a gamma?
Not that I know much about Grey. I don't even know what pack she is from.
I could imagine her pissing someone off, though.
I strip off, stuffing my new navy joggers and polo into a bag before I leave the bag under a bush.
Calix comes forward eagerly.
Whether it's because he wants a run or a
