Page 84 of Wild Like Us

I’m not someone who really communes with nature. I grew up riding a bike through South Philly, not sniffing dandelions on a mountainside.

The city has been my home.

But I don’t mind the crisp air or lack of traffic noise. I just wish there wasn’t a fuckin’ symphony in my temple right now. The banging, the thumping, pounds dully but I know it’s gonna grow.

While I ignore the incoming migraine, I detach a radio off my drawstring pants and glance deeper out.

Mountains border the horizon. One cliff towers more closely and looms over our camp. That peak must be about ninety-meters high. 300-feet up.

What a long way to fall.

I unspool my radio cord, my muscles constricting the more I eye the sheer size. Looks more dangerous than the rocks in Pennsylvania.

And Sulli plans to climb that beast with no safety gear. It seems fucking impossible, but I remember why this cliff is on her list of climbs in the Yellowstone region. Ryke Meadows once free-soloed this same rock, this same route called The Bitterroot Buttress.

Her dad did it, so it is possible.

She can do it too.

I’d bet on Sulli, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be biting my nails to the fucking bed watching her up there.

I fit in my earpiece. Switch on comms to a frequency Akara set among Security Force Omega out west. Thatcher, Oscar, and Farrow are now in comms range, but they didn’t hike to the primitive campsite last night with us. They’re staying miles back at an RV campground with bathroom facilities—hell, evenshowers—and more importantly, they have easy access to the road.

My brother and the others choosing to goglampingis a saving grace, really.

I need them to be far away from me right now—or I could risk opening my big mouth to Thatcher and blurting out how Akara and Sulli already kissed.

I’m not gonna be the first to spill the beans. The three of us agreed to keep everything to ourselves for now. If we tell the others, it’d cause too much attention and pull focus from Sulli’s purpose for being out here.

To free-solo.

Comms on, I figure since I’m awake I can at least whip up something to eat. Pretty easily, I start a fire using a fire-starter, then I boil a pot of water and dig through our breakfast supplies.

Oatmeal,no thanks.

Instant eggs,not bad.

Pancakes,Sulli will love those.I leave out the add-water-only mix, and the longer I dig, the less I find any kind of meat. Looks like I’m gonna be a fucking herbivore.

Wait—here’s a pack of beef jerky.

I’ll take it.

I rip into that dried meat, biting off a piece while I sit on a rock and mix up some pancakes for the mermaid and eggs for Akara and me.

And I rub my thumping temple and glance too many times at the tent. I’m out here whipping up food for the girl I like, and she’s alone with Akara.

Good for them.

I try to think it, but my stomach roils.

Midway through cooking, Akara climbs out of the tent. “Need help?” He fits in his earpiece as he approaches.

Any heat in my soul just sputters out. Can’t resent Akara. Not when I’ve been a supporter of him getting with Sulli for so long.

“I’m good.” I fit a toothpick between my lips and flip the third pancake. I have to go one at a fucking time on this teeny-tiny fold-out pan.

Akara reaches for a pancake off a plate.