My skin was grimy with dust and perspiration.
I thought of asking Lena the nearest shower in the wilderness thinking that even supernatural beings must need a timely clean up.
Or do they just lick themselves like dogs do?
But my thoughts were halted as we stopped in front of another equally worn out shack made of wooden planks with old white paint peeling off the exterior walls, the walls looked like they were made of cardboard. Branches of the surrounding trees bent low, making up for additional covering apart from sheets of corrugated iron for a triangular roof.
When I say the architect and interior designers of the Cabin deserved a raise, I mean I'm willing to hurt my pockets for them.
"Here." She showcased the our five star ocean view villa.
None of us said anything. We silently took in the expanse of our luxury flat. The place we have to spend another night in.
"I'm gonna have to ask a refund on this one." Grant grimaced. "In exchange for your werewolf tooth, I'm pretty sure we can get better accommodation."
I did not just sweat my balls out in the forest for nothing.
Lena looked taken aback but regained her composure almost immediately.
"Apologies for the inconvenience but I will have to ask Alpha for her permission--"
"No need for that because we love this place!" Amelia ushered us in and closed the door on a confused Lena.
"Since when did you start speaking for us?" Grant frowned.
"Since now. And you will deal with it." She cornered him on a dusty wall. "Do you have anything to say?" She glared.
"No ma'am."
"Goodnight world." Liam curled up in foetal position on the only couch present in the room. "Don't let the bed bugs bite."
"Bed bugs won't be the only things biting us tonight." I point at the corner of ceiling that had a hive with many holes in it.
"Eww that just triggered my trypophobia." Amelia looked like she was going to throw up.
"I'm not aware of what that phobia is but I think I have it." Grant hugged himself.
A hive meant insects; a species that I cannot tolerate for the love of life.
Only Yumiko looked unaffected. She stared at us helplessly and suggested," I can take it down if you like."
"Yes please." We all said in a unison.
She walked out of the house and came back with a branch the size of me.
"Wait! What if we get the insect mad for disturbing it?" Amelia held Yumiko who had already raised the branch at the hive.
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Help from the OtherSide
FantasíaA 23 year old Deccan was on a trip with a friend for losing a bet. The two travel to an island as a reward for successfully graduating with flying colours. When his innkeeper gave him a mysterious object for safekeeping. ***** Initially the object...
