#Chapter 76: Conspiracy

Jesse The fire was burning low by the time Scott finally showed up. Around me, the other rogues lingered, or at least, the few who had remained awake long enough to watch Scott’s subtle, late-night visit. Those who lingered were my most loyal. Even while they drooped with fatigue, they stayed up with their leader, ready to protect me if Scott tried anything stupid, and admittedly, to listen in on whatever he had to say. Like me, these rogues had been anticipating his arrival since the letter announced his intentions to come into camp that evening. None of us could have predicted that it would be early morning and pitch-black when he finally came. The scent of city pollution and expensive cologne preceded him. In the dying orange glow of the fire, his smirk pulled his cheeks in an eerie way. “Well,” Scott said as he sauntered up to the fire. His hands were shoved casually into his pockets like he wasn’t surrounded by rogue wolves who could tear him limb from limb. “Thank