My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

Naturally, we veer off the beaten path parallel to what looks like the most used path and stalk through the brambles and bushes as close to the ground as possible.

***"Alright, now you're just showing off. Do we all get the camouflage thing or is that just you and your mates?**** Jena mumbles at me.

***"I have no idea. I can't even tell that we are turning it on and off. I can see you all, can you see me? What does it actually look like?”***

***"When you move you kind of shimmer, but if you stay really still, your fur blends in completely. I can still feel you though, I know exactly where you are, but I can't smell anyone. I assume that's how you know magic is being used against us."*** Lil follows up.

let's see if you have the camo too,

is not me. I think about sharing the ability too, but I get nothing. I have no idea what my abilities allow me to do and not do out of the norm. It seems like some things are based on the situation and purely instinct. For some reason this magic affects my sense of smell like everyone else though. I don't understand that, but I pack it in the 'figure out when we aren't about to die' part of my

doesn't mean it's not

one of the most intense trainings we did. Being silent in our movements was sometimes the difference in life or death. We finally find an edge

just any make-shift, temporary set up of tents, but a whole set of buildings. Where the hell did all of this come from and how did none of us know? Nikloas and Osiston have been running their own version of patrols trying to find the Rogue King and he really

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least a thousand more to follow up with. I wonder if they are all under a