In the dark wee hours, Xerxes was standing in the jungle transformed partially into a wolf. He saw a guy pulling someone whose hands were tied. The person who was walking with him was looking like she was Zinnia, but her hair was all over her face. On seeing that, Xerxes started to breathe loudly through his nose. It was just his anger that was being projected.
“What are you doing to her?” He snapped at the man.
“Leave her hand and let go of her,” Xerxes ordered the man to do.
The girl turned her head, and her eyes were exactly like that of Zinnia’s. But her mouth was covered with a piece of cloth that was very dirty.
Looking at her, Xerxes said, “Zinnia, is that you?”
The girl shook her head, and that happened at the same time the man opened his mouth to talk. He had a double v
