Back in Beaumont, I somehow reached deep inside myself and found the courage to face the rogues that were attacking, but I realized that the courage came from the fear of losing people that I cared deeply about. But right now, if I led this rogue away from camp, I knew that Mazie would be fine, and all the others that I deeply cared about were nowhere remotely close to me to worry about them getting in the crossfire. There was no doubt in my mind that this rogue would leave these innocent people alone if I was not hidden among them, leading me to realize what I had to do.
Shaking away the immense fear, my body unfroze, and I was just about to turn and make a run for it, when I felt an extremely large hand take hold of me from the back, pulling me into the vehicle. Before I knew what was
