Riever POV
At the top of the trail, past the second checkpoint, was a monster staircase. Most of the stairs were naturally occurring tree roots, but in some places, they’d had to be artificially supplemented by stone. Normally, when getting this far, we would shift and bound up the stairs easily. Today, with the awkward blend of company, we climbed it in human form.
Sarah and father had been chatting the whole trek. Our pace had been leisurely, having a good half hour head start on the other hikers, and no need to hide their supernatural speed.
“So, do you have anyone in particular you’re hoping to see win?” Sarah asked, shooting a sly smile back to me. I quirked a brow.
“Not particularly,” Alphonse replied. “Well, there was one girl I had high expectations for, but she fell flat duri
