A Short Chapter in Which You and the Dryad Haul Ass to the Camp

You've barely processed what you're doing before your feet hit the forest floor and you're running as fast as you can. Caprea easily keeps pace beside you, and you quickly get the feeling she'd outpace you if she desired. You instinctively grab the dryad's hand, as if to guide her to a place you both know.

You're perfectly comfortable admitting that despite the urgency of the situation you're getting distracted. Caprea's body jiggles and jostles with every footfall, and despite yourself you can feel yourself getting hard. What absolute bullshit -- it hasn't been that long since you came. There's an idea floating in the back of your mind that a hard-on will be your undoing.

No time to worry about that now! Your thoughts turn to Alison -- you silently pray she's okay.

Too bad whatever God you're praying to is a total prick. Instead of teleporting you and Caprea back to camp the Almighty sees fit to make you trip over an exposed root.

"Fuck!" you cry out as you slam into the ground. Caprea does not suffer the same fate: she manages to land gracefully on the ground beside you. Her hand immediately goes to your waist.

"Are you alright?" she asks, her voice filled with genuine concern. You wave her off, and you immediately feel guilty for doing so. When will you learn how to not be an asshole to this woman?

"I'm... fine," you grunt, rubbing your leg. You didn't twist your ankle but you came dangerously close. There's a sudden pang in your heart as you realize how close you just came to fucking everything up.

You gingerly stand, bringing Caprea up with you. Then you hear it. Your eyes go wide with terror. "Oh... oh, shit."

The hunters are catching up. There's no time to escape.

"Come on!" you shout-whisper as you duck into a nearby bush, taking Caprea with you.

You watch the hunters, **** to formulate a plan.