Chapter 69

Their journey was uninteresting. Robah prayed that the rest of the wetland ferals had more important things to do than track down a single old troll and his family, who would possibly be dead in the wild anyway. He knew Alpha George well enough to know that the fiend would not exhaust his energy and breathe down someone's neck in the midst of such minuscule problems. What was one less feeble troll to worry about? The nonexistent ferals sent after them were in a different circumstance. They would be forgotten someday. On a rover voyage up North, the two vampires were sleeping on the boat's deck after giving another set of bread and cheese to Diana, who appeared to always feel hungry.

Robah wished that when they failed to return to the wetland. Alpha George would believe them to be rogue fugitives who took their chance to run to the hills when freed from the confines of the South. It would be a sufficient justification for their disappearance. It had already happened with many t