RHETT
Up the mountain and around the side we had climbed. Our eyes were ever watchful for those birds in case they came back for a second go.
“This isn’t right.” Mason stops, looking at the map we had been given.
“What’s not, right?” I asked him, pulling up next to the werecat.
He turns the map in his hands from front to back then back to front. Then rotates it clockwise like he is desperately trying to figure something out. “This,” He says shoving the map in my hand. “It doesn't make sense.”
I peer at it. Looking at the lines that were drawn for us. I frown, licking my lips as I study the piece of paper. “Your right. It doesn’t make sense.” I shake my head.
“You can't read a f*cking map now.” Finn snatches it from my hands and takes a moment to study it.
Shoving it back at Mason
