CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX

[Noah's POV]. "We need to barricade the west and south blind areas that Aiden infiltrated from," Noah said as he flipped the document in his hand. "Already on it," Isaac answered from beside him. "The South borders patrol had been doubled. The West has too many routes to intrude through. I suggest it needs to be fenced off completely from the outside." Noah nodded as the driver brought the car to a stop outside the mines. The Grey mines. A nickname that had been gotten from the mountains which housed the mines. The hills were situated at the farthest part of the pack, so driving there took an hour or two. It stood tall, rising high as a tremendous rocky declaration rivaling for beauty with the blue sky, bare of evergreen vegetation. It sat safe, tucked away from the civilizations of the pack as the oldest and original owners of the land. In the sunlight, its peak and slope were a mix of silver-white and blackness of earth—like snow and dirt mixing to give the mountains its grey gl