Gabriela
We end up down by a beautiful watering hole that's just outside of Soleus's pack line.
I can see why Rose forced me to promise her that I wouldn't tell anyone we were out here, mainly because I think we both know that if either her brother or Aaron were to find out we snuck outside packlines, we'd be toast.
"It's nice, right?" she says, a towel draped over her neck.
Smiling, I let the soft breeze blow over me, cool from the water a few feet away. Rose's little oasis is just that—a watering hole that's connected to a healthy-looking river about five feet across and four-and-a-half feet deep.
The water is a gorgeous amber color and cool to the touch when I stick one of my feet in, a nice contrast to the swelteringly hot desert air surrounding us.
Rose slips off her swimsuit co
