The Wolf Trials

Chapter Thirty Seven

Night had fallen, it was colder than expected. Everyone appeared shaken by Argent's passing. Newt's legs were burning, his feet ached.

"How much further Lydia? We need to rest." Lydia flicked on the tablet, her brows furrowing in thought.  "According to a satellite, there should be a helicopter up ahead. We could rest there."

Malia groaned as she dragged Liam along, the trek had taken its toll on the pair of them. "If we're not there in five minutes,
I'm dropping Liam in this desert and leaving him."

Lydia rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "We'll be there in a minute. Just over this dune."

Newt groaned at the large sand dune before them, it was steep. He barely had the energy to climb it. More groans of annoyance came from the group. They soldiered on, climbing the crumbling hill of sand.

The helicopter was a suitable place to camp, it provided warmth and shelter. Newt and Thomas sat in the pilot and co-pilot chairs, whilst Minho slept in the back with everyone else.

Newt tossed and turned, his mind keeping him awake. He quietly snuck outside to get some air. Sitting down on the cool sand, he gazed at the stars. What are we going to do? We can't keep walking. Why the bloody hell does this feel worse than the Scorch? He thought to himself.

He felt rustling beside him as a familiar face sat down. Thomas gave him a tired smile and leant his head back against the steel exterior of the helicopter.

They sat in silence, Newt didn't have to speak to Thomas to know what he was saying. Thomas' hand found his as they both looked at the stars.

Newt gave his hand a little squeeze, Thomas returned the gesture. He knew what it meant. I'm here for you. Whatever you need.

He sighed and turned his head to Thomas.  His mouth opened to speak, Thomas shook his head. He understood, talking could wait until tomorrow.

He leant his head down, resting on Thomas' shoulder. He breathed in his familiar scent, letting the sounds of the night lull him to sleep.

The peaceful moment didn't last long. Morning came, along with Minho leaping out of the heli and scaring the boys awake. Minho smirked, clapping his hand on the heli. "Rise and shine shuckfaces! It's time to get moving!"

Malia glared at Minho as she climbed out of the helicopter. "It's barely sunrise dude, come on!"

Minho shrugged and turned to Thomas and Newt. "Can we have a word?"

Newt nodded without a second thought, Thomas hesitated looking towards the others. "Why don't we speak to everyone?"

Minho shook his head, alarm flaring up in his eyes. "Tommy c'mon, the others won't get it. It's about the Haven-"

Lydia sidled up to Minho, speaking in his ear. "We won't get what?" Minho flinched in surprise.

He grumbled, Newt had to strain to hear the words he spoke. "The safe haven's overrun by cranks..."