Damien's POV
We had set up camp a few miles from Kameron's territory. I was even shocked that I was able to accomplish what I was able to accomplish in this short amount of time.
"Alpha," Striker entered into my tent, "we saw the scouts leaving the tree line. They should be reporting back to Kameron within the hour."
"Good, so they know we are coming now," I wanted Kameron to know that I was coming for him. I wanted him to know that I was infiltrating his land.
I leaned over my table that had a layout of Kameron's land. I had been studying this map for the past 3 days trying to find a weak spot within his defenses. I hadn't found one yet. The bastard had created a fortress.
Luckily, that useless fool of a wolf, Jorge, had managed to send the schedules of the patrol officers beforehand. But seeing as he was captured a few weeks ago, I don't know if Kameron had decided to change his patrol routes or not.
