Chapter Eighty One
CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE
As we approach the beach in Baja, it’s immediately obvious that a lot has changed. Instead of one little cottage overlooking a pristine beach, there’s now a whole camp set up on the shore. Tents and campers are arranged in a tight circle surrounding the area where the prism glass was buried in the sand, and lots of strong fighters are patrolling the edges of the camp.
We drive up a bit further, only to be stopped by two huge fighters. Layla parks the RV and I hand Stella to Juliana before stepping out onto the asphalt road to speak to them.
“Who are you?” The guard’s tone is aggressive and demanding.
“My name is Sarah, and I’m the Luna of the San Diego shifter pack,” I say with a gentle smile. “I need to speak with your Alpha about something very important.”
“No outsiders are allowed into camp,” the guard says, glaring at me suspiciously.
“We mean no harm,” Nash says, standing behind me. “We only want to help you.”