Chapter 55

Adrian's POV

I return to the hotel to get my clothes and dress before I jog bag to the camp, where I’m shown to the biggest tent in the place.

It reminds me a little of something I used to see in medieval war movies, when the king had the biggest tent, fully kitted with a fireplace, bed, desks, chairs, and everything else he needed. Except that my bed is an air mattress, and my fireplace a wonky and dangerous looking gas heater. My table and chairs are a camping table and two fold-up chairs.

In the middle of the tent, next to the lethal-looking gas stove, is an old copper tub for washing, with what looks like an old, but clean, area rug right next to it. “Where on earth did you get all this stuff,” I ask Monty as I take a seat on one of the camping chairs.

“Some of it be from the hotel…the Alphas’ Omegas brought in the mattress and sleeping bags and such.”

“Do you know yet who arranged all this?”

“Aye. All the Alphas worked together like. I found some trucks hidden in the woods too.”