Revelation

- Forty Two -

Kennywood

"Hey Ryder, wait up, will yah?!" I call out, feeling frustrated at the stupid rogue who is so full of himself that he refuses to wait around for Raylea as she struggles to keep up with his lycan speed walking. I jog beside her, finding the speed unbelievable slow but that's how fast Raylea's human legs can endure. Her face is drenched in sweat and tainted with red. I can barely hear Ryder's breathing with Raylea's loud, obnoxious panting. 

I shouldn't be annoyed with her. Raylea's body isn't built for speed, strenght, and endurance. Even though I don't know much about humans besides that they are weaker than my kind but Raylea is teaching me more about her kind then I would have ever expected.

With the slow spead we're currently moving at, I could easily spot the obstacle in our way: a decent size tree scattered across the forest floor, laying directly over our path. 

"Raylea, watch-" I didn't get to finish my sentence because she already tripped over the log, flipping over it suddenly, and colliding heat first with the dirt ground. 

I cringe at the sight. That gotta hurt. I could hear that Ryder hasn't stopped to check if we're following and is continuing to run through the forest. He's not concerned because he knows I can track him.

I'm concerned because Rayle is probably gonna have a brusied nose. "You okay?" I ask, bending down to help her up but she gently swats my arm away. Raylea slowly gets up on all fours then pushes herself up on her feet. Mud is scattered across her face and clothing. I can barely see the greyness of her prision shirt because of the whole mess. Pieces of leaves and twigs are stuck in her tangled, greasy brown hair. Overall, Raylea looks like she's been through hell and back.

I shouldn't judge though because I look exactly the same. 

"I'm fine," she says, breathless, "let's go." Raylea proceeds to job after Ryder, deeper into the forest. I can't help and stare after Raylea in admiration. She's thought me something very important about her spieces. 

No matter how hard a given situation may be, humans won't give up.

And neither should I.

So I take off running, instantly catching up to Raylea. I go back to a slow jog but this time I don't mind because I much rather jog with Raylea than run with the douchbag that claims to be the powerful Alpha of the Rouges.

"Could you two hurry up?" Speaks the douchebag himself. I know Raylea can't hear him while my ears pick up his annoyed tone immediately. I take breath through my nose, picking up his thick, digusting scent. I'm not sure if I'll be able to breath in using my nose any longer. The smell of the dome and all it's unwashed occupants are gonna destroy my precious olfactory cells in my nose. 

How will I be able to smell Nat's delicous cooking when my nose won't work?

Then again, before I can ever smell Nat's food again, I needa figure away out of this smelly dome. 

Thankfully, Ryder has stopped, it takes Raylea and I a few minutes to catch up to the guy because of our pace. When we finally do, instead of being a gentlemen and explaining to us why left such a daunting cliffhanger about all of us dieing, Ryder ignores us, again. He turns around and jumps on top of building with questionable looking frames.

Can this thing really hold Ryder's fat ass?

Wait a minute...who put this building here?

"Why is there... a random building in the middle of... the forest?" Raylea asks thourgh her panting, sounding completely skeptical.

I share the same confused expression. "Maybe he wants to play tree house?" 

Then, out of no where, something smacks me on the head. Being the strong guy that I am, I don't budge from the force of the object. Besides, it barely left a stinging sensation before I quickly healed from the impact. Raylea and I take sneak a peek at the ground to see a half of a brick the size of Raylea's fist on the ground, looking alienated compared to the forest dirt and dead leaves.