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“Wait!” She called for them, as they stopped walking and turned to her.
“Where am I? I don’t remember being anywhere near that weird tree– Let alone a camp!”
Drew and Will exchanged concerned glances, then turned back to Wolf.
“You’re at Camp Half-Blood! Did you forget that your satyr guide had to carry you the entire way here?” Drew said in a sassy tone, having a hard time believing Wolf didn’t wake up once during the trip.
“Satyr guide? Is this some sort of lucid dream? What are satyrs, and why did one of them become my guide?” Wolf questioned, crossing her arms.
“I’m not waiting on you guys. Plus, I have to check if Nico ate anything today.” Will strolled off, past a small gate made of two Greek columns, the words “CAMP HALF-BLOOD” etched into the slab on top. Drew rolled her eyes, and walked away with him.
“You didn’t answer my question!” Wolf reminded them, but it seemed like she had to figure things out on her own.