Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 41

A sound in the distance caught our attention, forcing us to start moving. We crept down the hill, following the stream. There was a second waterfall, and at the bottom was a group of about fifteen Rogues. They were just swimming, eating, basically relaxing. My heartbeat accelerated, the scent of danger making my wolf instincts alert.

"We need to go," Ryder whispered in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

Nodding, we turned and started running back to our motorcycles. It was an unexpected complication. Being only a mile from the clearing, we reached our bikes quickly.

"Get on, let's go!" Ryder urged.

"Grab your samples first, quick!" The Rogues hadn't spotted us yet, though Ryder looked nervous. He grabbed his equipment and ran about 75 yards into the field, beginning to twist a rod-like object into the ground. I started putting on my gloves and jacket. Just as Ryder finished, I began hearing rustling leaves. Ryder must have heard it too, because he sprinted toward me.

I gestured for him to hurry up, putting on my helmet, anxiously waiting. The Rogues still didn't seem to know we were here, but I didn't want to stick around to find out.

swung his leg over his bike. With no time to put on his jacket and gloves, just his helmet, we started our motorcycles right as they

at my face as our motorcycles roared down the hillside, tires kicking up dirt and gravel in our wake. The howls of the Rogues echoed

us!" I shouted over the roar of

keep going!" he yelled back, his green eyes flashing with intensity behind

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slope. Suddenly, my front tire caught on a jutting rock,

cut

arm. His fingers wrapped

he shouted, his face tense

yelled back.

on and

forcing my body to relax enough to regain control. With Ryder's momentary support, I managed to right myself just as our tires