HAND under her chin, Callea looked up at the bats hanging on the ceiling of the attic.
The sun was starting to set and the bats were starting to wake up and create squeaky sounds. Any moment they would take flight to find food. They were hunters of the night and as a mistress of the night, she was fascinated with these understood mammals. Silly people were scared of these animals due to the horror stories that were told about them. They were not even aware of their benefits to the environment. They became a permanent resident at the Villa Callea.
“Oh! There’s a baby bat there. It has been days before I went up here again and you got additional cutie in the family.”
She didn’t allow Luna to come up at the attic because it would bother the bats. The bats are also her friends. She can ge
