Chapter 121 Failed Mission

• "What do you find so interesting?" Clinton implored in a tense voice. "We could get killed this way! Let’s get moving. We cannot remain at this distance from the border."
• I nodded and stepped behind him, looking around the vicinity we had only just left. That nagging feeling that something was off would not leave me. As we continued forward, the bloody tracks we had seen earlier got more pronounced, indicating that some of our people were able to go back to the pack. But we were never able to find them.
• For the next two hours, we fought our way through the unyielding green cover as well as the unforgiving land with increasing vocal struggles on both sides. Every movement made the growing commotion worse than its metallic drone, and the muted cries. Clinton and I exchanged glances of understanding, for ditching the southern pack and making the trip back including Clinton was risky.