The Luna Choosing Game

Chapter 0497 Time had no meaning to me, without a watch, but I certainly felt like I was stuck in that dirt pit for hours. I had tried several times to pull myself out, but each time ended in near- immediate failure.

The walls were crumbling dirt. There was nothing to hold onto. Even my new werewolf strength couldn’t help me if I couldn’t find a handhold or foothold.

So I could do nothing but wait. And wait. And wait.

I worried about Veronica. Shouldn’t she have been back by now? What if she fell into another hole and we were both trapped here?

Bridget did say she would come back for me after she found the treasure.

She wasn’t lying, right? She wouldn’t leave me here to rot? The longer I stood there looking up as the sky grew darker, the more I began to doubt.

Wait. That sky was getting awfully dark. We had left at dawn. It couldn’t have been night already, unless I really was starting to lose my mind. When had I last seen the sun? I tried to remember, but its position had been difficult to orient through the tree corner.

But then I understood — because the sky opened up and rain started to pour down on me.

The dirt around me turned into mud. I was glad for my boots, but they were

the goop under my feet. 9 Any hope I had at finding any handholds in the walls of the pit disappeared as the sandy dirt became even slicker. Large chunks of the walls

onto all of my exposed skin. I'd worn my most conservative swimsuit, but

shivered hard, the rain creeping down

beginning to pool

way was I

had to make a final play. I didn’t know what I could do here, exactly, but [wasn’t going down without

waiting for me to come back to her. I would fight to make sure

the walls, searching for purchase. The muddy dirt broke apart in large chunks, coating my hands

gripped something solid. It was a tree root, uncovered by

pull myself out.

basically useless. I had to climb entirely with my upper body

strength, and she gave what we could. Together,

seemed that the harder I held onto them, the worse of a grip

dropped as I started to slip. No! I wouldn't