CHAPTER 82: IT IS TIME.

DAMIEN

"I don't even know what to pack," Natalie snaps as she looks through her wardrobe. "Do I pack for warm weather or freezing weather? What about food? Should I pack a camp bag or will that be provided for me? Why can't they just be specific for once?!" she snaps.

I turn in silence from my position of resting on the wall -at a far corner of the room- to look at Fredja, who is sitting on one of the couches.

"Well, answer her," I say.

She sends a small glare my way before turning back to Nat.

"I am sure your meals and accommodation will be provided," she says. "As-"

"How sure of that are you?" Nat asks, cutting her off. "Did she tell you that? And why isn't she talking to me? Why you? No offense, but I am the one going for this training, you would think that the communications would be with me, for at the very least to comfort me!"