Exhausted

Rex POV

Exhausted. That was simply the words to describe my current state as I stared up and watched the raising sun. All through the night, I was moving ensuring that they never catch up with me. I knew I needed to go back to the coven, but it would only be feasible if I was able to get them off my track.

Dropping down from the valley, the entire environment was new and everyone seemed not to have woken up from their sleep. However a little flicker of light coming from what seemed to be a bar, caught my attention. Surely whoever owns the bar was certainly awake and letting people know about it.

Approaching the bar, I set my eyes on a black truck, which had a symbol of riffle on it. I became conscious of the fact that the owner of the bar would likely be a witch hunter as well. Regardless of his status, I didn't care, I needed water to stay alive and that would be my only source of strength to continue on my journey.

Opening the door, I noticed a figure at the counter cleaning up a ju