"What do you find so interesting?" Clinton implored in a tense voice. "We could get killed this way! Let’s get moving. We cannot remain at this distance from the border."

I nodded and stepped behind him, looking around the vicinity we had only just left. That nagging feeling that something was off would not leave me. And as we continued forward, the bloody tracks we had seen earlier got more pronounced, indicating that some from our people were able to go back to the pack. But we were never ...