Chapter 431 – Setting Up Camp

• “Plus,” Jackson says, putting his hands on his hips and looking down at the ATV with an odd, almost fond expression. “The machine needs to charge. Clever little device, this is – doesn’t need any power source to regenerate, just time.”
• My wolf grumbles a little, jealous, because quite frankly we want to be the only clever little thing that Jackson looks at that approvingly. I laugh at myself even as I slowly climb off the machine, knowing that I’m being ridiculous. “Is it safe?” I ask. “To stop here?
• I look over my shoulder at the expanse of Atalaxia that we’ve crossed, though of course I can’t see far. The grass stretches for miles in quietly rolling hills. Earlier today we crossed desert wasteland too, but these grassy bits with occasional streams shallow enough for us to ride right through – I like them more.