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Chapter 3. Untitled

Kitara trudged through the dense forest, her feet pounding the ground with a resolute determination. For days, she had journeyed through the wilderness, surviving on nothing but the Maracuya fruits she had found by the river. But now, she was famished, her strength waning with each passing step.

Just when she thought she couldn't go on, she spotted an apple tree in the distance. Ignoring her surroundings, she rushed towards it, driven solely by her need for sustenance. But before she could reach the tree, a wounded wild boar appeared out of nowhere, attacking her with ferocious intensity.

Kitara fought back valiantly, but she was weakened by hunger and exhaustion, and soon she fell to the ground, defeated. As she lay there, barely conscious, she heard the voices of a man and a woman. She couldn't make out their words, but they seemed to be calling out to her, beckoning her towards some unknown destination.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she drifted into a deep sleep, unaware of the secrets and mysteries that awaited her beyond the realm of consciousness.

Startled awake by the haunting images of her dead mother and screaming sister, she found herself in complete darkness. "Where am I?" s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s "Is this what they call heaven?" Her mind raced with questions as she struggled to make sense of her surroundings.

Suddenly, a woman's voice broke through the silence. Startled, she turned around and instinctively clenched her fist in self-defense. But the woman only smiled kindly and offered her a glass of water.

Confused and disoriented, she bombarded the woman with questions. "Where am I?" "How did I get here?" "Who are you?"

The woman tried to calm her, offering answers one at a time. But her trust had been shattered, and she lashed out, warning the woman not to come any closer.

The woman's smile faded, replaced by a look of hurt. "Why are you so distrustful?" she asked. "If I wanted to harm you, I could have done it already." You've been lying here like a corpse for three days, and I've been caring for you. "Please don't make this any harder than it already is."

As she struggled to piece together the events of the past few days, she couldn't help but wonder: who was this woman, and what secrets did she hold? The answers were shrouded in mystery, just like the darkness that surrounded her.

Kitara took a deep breath and slowly calmed herself with the cool water. Grateful for the refreshment, she asked for more, and the woman obliged. With her thirst quenched, Kitara turned her attention back to her surroundings.

"What brings you here?" the woman asked, her tone curious but cautious.

Kitara hesitated, unsure if she could trust this woman. But something in her kind demeanor and gentle voice made Kitara feel at ease. She took a deep breath and decided to share her story—the brutal demise of her family and her quest for revenge.

The woman listened intently, nodding sympathetically as Kitara poured out her heart. When she finished, the woman placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

My apologies, here's a regeneration:

"You are in my hut; you are in the migrant werewolf village." The lady repeated with a calm yet stern voice, making sure Kitara understood the gravity of her situation. Werewolves from different packs gather in this village; this is their home. Kitara's heart sank as she realized what this meant—she was among outcasts and rejects, those who had been banished or sentenced to death by their pack leaders just like her.

"They managed to escape, and somehow we found them," the lady continued, as if reading Kitara's thoughts. Kitara couldn't help but feel grateful towards this woman who took her in and nursed her back to health. "As soon as you recover fully, I will have to take you to the leader." Any stranger accepted into this vicinity must live with her for fifteen days before being declared free. During that time, if you are a spy, you will be detected," the lady warned.

Kitara nodded, knowing that this was the only option she had. She needed time to recover from her injuries, and she also needed to figure out what her next move would be. The lady noticed the worry in Kitara's eyes and offered her a reassuring smile. "It's okay. "Anyone with your story would have reacted the same way as you do," she said.

Feeling a sense of relief, Kitara asked, "Do you live here alone?" I mean, when I was about to slumber in the forest the other day, I heard a male voice.

The lady laughed and said, "No, that was probably my husband's voice." Actually, the day we found you, we were on a search for firewood, and as luck would have it, we came across you and the wild boar. I'm just glad we arrived there at the perfect time. Wild boars don't usually attack, you know. must have been because he was hurt."

Kitara's curiosity was piqued: "Where is your husband?"

"He will soon be home." He went hunting. "What would you like to have for dinner?" the lady asked, diverting the conversation.

Kitara looked around the small hut, taking in the simple but cozy furnishings. The walls were lined with animal skins and furs, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of wood smoke. She couldn't believe she was in a werewolf village, a place she had only heard of in stories and legends.

"You mentioned that most of the people living here have been banished or sentenced to death by their pack leaders. Why is that?" Kitara asked, her curiosity piqued.

The woman's expression grew somber, and she took a deep breath before answering. "There are many reasons why a werewolf might be banished or sentenced to death by their pack. Sometimes it's because they have broken the rules or committed a crime, but other times it's because they are different, and the pack sees that as a threat, just as in your case. Some packs are more traditional and intolerant of those who are different, and that's where we come in. "We take in those who have nowhere else to go, who have been cast out and left to fend for themselves."

Kitara listened intently, feeling a sense of sadness and empathy for those who had been rejected by their own kind. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to be shunned and outcast from the only family she had ever known.

"I am grateful that you took me in, but I won't be staying here for long," Kitara said, her voice soft and sincere.

The woman nodded in understanding, her eyes filled with kindness and compassion. "We are all family here, and we take care of each other. "You are welcome to stay for as long as you need to."

As they sat and talked, the woman prepared a simple meal of roasted meat and vegetables. Kitara ate hungrily, grateful for the warm food and the company of the kind woman who had saved her life.

Just then some huge guys broke in, "Where is the spy? She must be killed today."

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