The Hidden Mark

Freya's POV

A border patrol officer hurried over to where Gael had pulled over his truck. His chocolate-colored hair was streaked with silver, and he appeared to be an older man, perhaps in his forties.

"Morning, Beta," the guard greeted him, his brown eyes friendly, as Gael opened the window. "It's wonderful to see you. Your father has informed me of your departure. Could you kindly turn over you