Chapter Two Hundred And Seventy-nine: The Rescuers

"I can't believe I have to be the one always rescuing their butt," Lia grumbled the moment they stepped into the woods. There was no moon up in the sky to light their way and had to adapt to their nocturnal sight. 

"This is bad luck," she breathed.

"What do you mean?" Ryan asked, zooming in on the hut from afar. 

"Haven't you watched enough movies to know that an odd hut in the woods by this time of the night usually depicts a crime scene," she stated, walking over to the place. 

"I don't know and I don't watch movies," Ryan commented, sniffing the air. 

"Tsk, what a boring life," Lia tsk-tsked, eyes roaming the forest carefully as they trudged through the woods. 

"Daniel's scent is getting stronger," Ryan observed, his stride more confident as they got closer to their destination and was about to take a step when Lia halted him. 

"Stop" 

His leg hung awkwardly in the air.