Orin's pov

The ride to Silvermaw took way longer than I had hoped.

Maybe it was because I was anxious, or maybe cause I was scared, or a little bit of both.

The road stretched out in front of me, empty with the gray and black lines mocking me, and nothing but trees and wastelands on either side.

I had been on my bike for three days without stopping. No food, no water. Instead, it was just the sound of the engine and my own thoughts chasing me.

My body ached, and my throat felt like sand, ...