CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Lucas held back the thirst he felt, being patient, knowing that they would need more water later on. Around him, the caravan continued on into Morgassa’s wastes, traveling along tracks that probably saw more animals than people.
There must be some people out here, though, because Lucas could see the tracks of feet on the road. Some of those tracks were strange, larger than they should have been, far larger than anything human.
“These look fresh,” Kate said, and Lucas knew that she’d spent enough time hunting to tell the difference. “Too fresh.”
You think they’re still here? Lucas sent to her, not wanting to warn anyone listening.
I think we need to check, Kate sent back.
Lucas extended his senses, knowing that his sister would be doing the same. He felt the presence
