Bianca
“How could they have tracked us? We are in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by the smell of many types of plants and our smell is concealed, we are both smelling like grandma!” I whispered, in such a way that only Tyler could hear me.
He looked around, without letting me go from between his large body and the even larger tree.
“They must have a tracking device on us, probably on the backpack,” he concluded, crouching down and taking a bottle of water and a tiny coin bag from the backpack before placing it on the floor. I crouched down in front of my dumb so-called mate and narrowed my eyes.
“How did they get a tracking device in your backpack? Where did you even get it from?”
“In the basement of the pack. Now we have to make ourselves invisible and move away,” he replied,
