Měsíc sprinted after Lobo, zig-zagging through the camp to avoid all the guards out on their nightly stroll. He still hadn't told her his secret, letting her head run wild with worry.
"What are we doing?" she whispered, trying to stay as quiet as possible with her stomach uneased.
Lobo hushed, hiding behind a cabin, loud footsteps coming towards them. He grabbed her good wrist, pulling her into a hug. "Be quiet, sorry for walking off, but this is something I need to show – and tell," he mumbled into her ear. "I should have shown you sooner but-"
What could he possibly have to show her?
Lobo gave her one small nod, looking around the area again. He sneaked over to the next building, dragging her along. The cold air created bumps on their skin with temperatures still lowering.
The cabin had a couple of large bushes pressing against the walls. Lobo pushed one of them out of the way, revealing a small silver doorknob. He searched the area one more time before turning it. Měsíc watched, chewing on her pink lip.
Once the door opened, Lobo released a long pant. "You're not going to be happy with me, I'm so sorry. Please remember that."
"Then why are you telling me?" she raised an eyebrow, attempting to see what was inside. There was only blackness that greeted her. "Why are you telling me something that will make me angry? Why would you do something that would make me angry?"
"Because I need to," Lobo refused to look at her as he crawled through the doorway. "It's a pretty small tunnel."
Měsíc looked around before getting down on her own knees and chasing after him. The tunnel was cramped, making the weak werewolf struggle to breathe as her left arm did most of the work.
How long had the tunnel been there? How long was it? How didn't she know about it? What was on the other side? Surely, Wentworth knew of its existence. Lobo couldn't just make a tunnel, especially without being found out.
Měsíc barely saw the light at the end, Lobo's crawling figure blocking her view. "Where are we going?" Měsíc hissed at him, holding back the urge to yawn. The chilled air had ceased, replaced with warmth.
"It's not far," Lobo's voice echoed.
"You should get some lights in here or a better way of transport."
"There are tunnels all through the camp."
Měsíc blinked. "Really? How come I've never heard of them?"
Is this what he had to tell her?
She hoped that was it. Nothing too extreme but nothing to lie about.
"Because you're a quotidian," Lobo muttered as the tunnel began to descend. "And I wanted to protect you."
Měsíc didn't comment.
Quotidian was a word far too fancy for his typical vocabulary.
Why was he protecting her from the tunnels? What could be so bad about the tunnels? Was Wentworth behind this? Did he know?
To be able to talk about it with, to have someone else know, she couldn't imagine the relief.
As the tunnel became more downhill and steep, Měsíc could see more light coming from in front of Lobo. The twins ducked their heads, the dirt path turning into a room's steel floor.
She looked up to see a bright bulb and a metal ceiling. About thirty-five of the teenagers in the camp gathered around a large wooden table, their wide expressions focused on Měsíc.
