*Belasarius*
Three weeks had passed since we fled from Cornelius’ village. Three weeks of barely making it past patrols, scrounging whatever we could get our hands on, and a lot of me and Allesandra hiding in the now covered wagon as Gravestone took us through every back road and off-beaten path that he knew about to make the journey across the country as safe as possible.
However, safe also meant slow as sin, what would have been a three day journey without stops turned into a never-ending game of stop & go that stretched out across the month.
We’d finally made it about halfway to our destination (Gravestone tracked our progress on the strength of the stench he was following from Addicus’ cloth. Not the most accurate method in the world, but the shifter clans didn’t exactly hand out maps) when we had to camp for the night.