Yago was coming. Tate watched him approach slowly, her eyes narrowed down to slits. A tiny dot on the horizon, but definitely Yago. She could make out the white shirt, greenish hair. She recognized his stride. Easy and careful and menacing all at once. He was alone. Interesting. Tate dozed. When ...
Later, the Marauders gathered of their own accord, one by one drifting away from camp until all but the smallest children — and Sanchez — were present. Behind them, Mo’Steel and his group still sat in a circle. The three Alpha refugees had withdrawn on their own. Through the gloom, Newton could s...