CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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“Where the hell have you been? I have been calling you but you weren’t picking up,” Natasha said, bringing some sort of red wine to Sebastian.
“I was at Trevor’s,” Sebastian answered.
“Oh.”
“What? Listen, Natasha, I know you and Trevor don’t see eye to eye, but it’s time you put this bullshit behind.”
“I will try,” she said leisurely.
“Don’t try you have to do it,” he said while changing the channel. Then he stopped on M-Net Movies and started watching justice league.
They were both silent, Natasha busy eating mangoes. Which I presumed was because she craved for being pregnant. While Seb just focused on the movie, he was watching with red wine in his left hand.
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“You are finally awake, sleep head,” Trevor said, gazing at Maria.
No makeup, undone hair, just natural. But I gotta say the woman displayed a rather dashing figure. I don’t really understand the theory of putting on makeup or whatever women put on their faces to look attractive though.
“Let me bring you breakfast,” he went on.
“You made breakfast?”
“Yeah. Don’t worry, your kitchen is in perfect shape,” he added after reading her face.
He left, leaving her laying on the couch.
Five minutes later, he came back with a sandwich and black tea. Though the plate was a little mess, the sandwich looked tempting. She took her first bite and you could tell from her expression how the food tasted.
“Seriously, I bun you from entering my kitchen, Mr.”
“What, that sandwich is delicious.”
“T, please. I guess you are trying to kill me.” A small smile crept on her face, and she headed to the kitchen, probably to make breakfast for herself.
Trevor took a bit from the sandwich and he displayed that face you make when you think you are right and others are wrong. Yeah, that.
Days went by. Trevor didn’t hear from Siobhan and Amell Sebastian also didn’t hear from the werewolves, and he started enjoying Natasha’s company. Maybe she wasn’t as bad as Trevor thought. They even somewhat forgot about them and carried on with their normal lives until one day.
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“My alpha, can’t we have a break? We have eaten nothing in days,” Alinani asked.
“You want to take a break in this forest, are you stupid?” Charles yelled.
Just after he finished speaking, they heard a noise coming from the bushes. They promptly turned around, ready to obliterate whatever it could have been. They wore wary expressions that one of them probably peed in his pants. And who wouldn’t be in that dark forest despite it been daytime?
They started working back, each facing a different direction, just to be safe. Then Mulenga stepped on a dry branch which alarmed their adrenaline and tapped their wolf powers.
“You fool, walk carefully. You nearly gave me a heart attack,” Charles said, already in human form.
Mulenga just rushed and grabbed the bag, which was a few feet from them. He opened it and handed each of them a pair of new clothes since their old ones got shredded to pieces.
They resumed their wake forward, realizing nothing was threatening.
After taking about five to six steps, they heard a frog croaking. They turned around and a few feet away sat a Costa Rican clown frog.
It was very dark that if it wasn’t for its pink spots that seemed to glow, they wouldn’t have seen it. It was slimy, a normal-sized frog, but there was something about its eyes that petrified the s**t out of me.
Charles went and kicked the frog, not considering it was a living thing. The frog went flying in the air, croaking.
He spun and took about two steps. Then Mulenga raised his hand, pointing in the direction the frog went flying. He opened his mouth to speak, but not a single word came out of his mouth.
“Can you speak up,” Charles spoke on top of his lungs.
“Th……..th,” Alinani began but unable to finish the sentence.
Charles looked from Alinani to Mulenga and knew things were about to get hectic.
He started turning back slowly. There it was, the mother frog. I could tell it was a mother because mothers don’t like anyone messing with their babies. Fathers don’t like that as well, but they have that bit of uncertainty in them. Like I’m not gonna die because this asshole went to wander around.
Charles’s hand transformed, but the mother frog slammed its hand on the ground, which started shaking and created cracks. Before Charles, Alinani and Mulenga could think of anything to do, they all sunk in the ground, including the mother frog.
Then they landed on some sort of ring. They got up and realized frogs surrounded them.
A frog on a high chair started croaking which I thought was a king or queen, and I assumed it was communicating with the other frogs.
“Oh, s**t, what’s happening?” Mulenga spoke.
“I think s**t is getting real, man,” Alinani replied.
The mother frog turned to look at the three men, fire burning in its eyes.
Charles started running towards the mother frog, slowly turning into a werewolf. But I think it calculated his movements because it stretched its tongue at the exact position Charles landed and wrapped him in it. Then it spun its tongue and released him. Charles skidded on the floor and bumped into a wall.
Mulenga and Alinani were already in werewolf form. Mulenga jumped and Alinani was just running, but the mother frog did something unusual. It spitted out some slimy green glittery stuff.
The slime stuff sent the two werewolves flying in the air and got stuck on the wall. They tried to unstuck themselves but could not.
Charles got back to his feet, groaning. He quickly tapped into his wolf power again and ran towards the mother frog.
It stretched its hand to Jack Charles’s head off, but he dodged, skidding through its legs, and landed on the opposite side.
Before it could turn around completely, Charles breathed out the fire that instantly ignited the mother frog’s hand. It spitted its slimy stuff to put the fire off, but the hand was badly burned.
It tried to put its hand down, but raised it again. It gazed at Charles, anger burning in its eyes.
It spitted its slimy stuff. Charles jumped, but before he could land on his feet, it slapped him. So hard that he knocked a brick out of its position. And the mother frog failed to its chest, unable to balance with one hand.
The frogs in the audience started croaking, probably cheering for their friend’s victory.
Charles got back to his fight in human form and the frogs seemed to gasp, presumably for seeing the man’s snake. The little ones just faced the opposite direction.
He went running towards the mother frog dogging every slime stuff thrown at him. It stretched its tongue again, but he jumped and landed under it. It looked down at him; he winked before upper cutting the mother frog. It went flying in the air and went through the ceiling.
There was silence for a heartbeat. Then the frog on the high chair croaked and tapped an imaginary hat at Charles.
After a couple of minutes, Charles and the two men stood on the same spot they were before the ground consumed them.
“We only have a pair of cloth each. Remind me to buy some when we reach the city,“ Charles spoke and the two men just nodded.
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“Man, I have what you wanted should I take it home or to the cafe?” Seb spoke on the phone.
“Just take it home Maria is there,” Trevor answered.
“Alright, I will inform you when I reach.”
“Cool,” he replied and hung up the call despite not been the one who called.
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Sebastian reached Trevor’s house. He hardly opened the door when he got petrified by what he saw.
“Maria!” he roared.
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