Bride of the Werewolf - The Substitute Wife

012 Call my Name

Zona saw a slight movement among the branches and Varg rose to gaze down at her.

"How about you give this to him? It'll heal faster if you drink it."

Varg leaped to the platform of the tree house, his strong body landed lightly, like a strong leopard in the forest.Zona was caught off guard and stepped back, the bowl of American ginseng juice shook from side to side but didn't spill.

It was the first time she was this close to Varg! Her own head could only be level with this person's chest, and it was as if her face could feel the temperature between Varg's chest and arms. Abruptly, she turned red.

Zona didn't dare to raise her head, she only raised her hand upwards to end the bone bowl, her eyes looking at her toes.

Suddenly her hand was light, she looked up again, Varg had already jumped down from the tree house, not a drop of the ginseng water in the bone bowl was spilled, it was carried by that person, his figure disappeared into the jungle.

Zona, for her part, rubbed her hands together, only to feel that flavor and scent still surrounding her.

That remembered, Varg scent.

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The last rays of the setting sun spread over Varg's honey-colored back, reflecting the grooves between the undulating muscles and spine.

Only when the man turned did Zona dare to raise her eyes and watch Varg return to the mountains. Until the figure was gone, still standing still for a moment in the same spot.

She exhaled softly before going about her business.

This area under the tree house, after the not-so-strong aftermath of the earthquake, didn't have much damage. It only left a field of withered branches and broken leaves, a few chicken feathers, and some small beast footprints.

Zona cleaned up the ground, then ran to the tree house, picked the mushrooms and fungus clean, and spread them on the platform, so that when the sunlight came up tomorrow, they could be dried and stored.

She will be sweet dates and frozen venison cooked in one place, and finally raked some stove in the cooked chestnuts into the soup, soft and sticky to eat, another warm and gentle meal.

After eating, she roasted the fire, cozy leaning in the small tent.Zona also held a persimmon in her hand, because it was frozen, put it next to the stove and melted, then soft, slightly bit open the skin, a suck, the inside is like a smoothie, but also very sweet!

Perhaps it was because she was infused by the wild and strong natural life around her, by now, she rarely thought about the past in a worried way, and only thought about living well in her mind.

She leaned against the small tent at the entrance to the stove, thinking one by one about what she would do tomorrow, and gradually fell asleep with her eyes closed. In a haze, she remembered the werewolf clan's castle in the highlands of the hot springs, where it was very warm and comfortable, but there were too many werewolves and a lot of the wolves don't accept her as an outsider.....

Early in the morning, she felt that she had been losing her strength of late. Roasted meat and broth without salt always got tiresome after a long meal, and besides, her body couldn't support it.

Varg didn't eat salt, but he was still strong and healthy. Zona also thought that it should be because Varg drank animal blood. Animal blood contains enough salt for the body's needs. But she can't, one is she can't catch live prey, two is also can't really get down the mouth! So this matter was left in her mind.

Zona was resting in the treehouse when she saw Varg returning with two broken sheep on his shoulders, and the skull bowl Zona had given him last night on his waist.

Varg a little thought, he has seen Zona skinning animals, often take half a day, so he stood at the edge of the forest, sharp teeth bite in the neck of the sheep to make a tear, and both hands on the neck of the breach, the muscles between the arms rise, "swish" a few times, the sheep skin within the brute force instantly ripped off, and the body of the sheep to separate.

He opened his mouth and spat out the wool, raised his eyes, and saw the woman standing in the center of the cane ladder, not moving, and dumbfounded.

Varg shouldered the other coiled sheep over to him and, along with the skin, dropped it at Zona's feet. Then he turned to go.

Zona looked at the ground, gathered her courage, and shouted forward, "Varg!"

Varg heard the man call out to him and paused in place for a moment.

"I haven't told you my name yet," Zona yelled at Varg at the bottom of the tree with one hand on the trunk of the tree house, "My name is Zona,Zona-Aguilar!!!!

Varg didn't turn around, but looked sideways at the somewhat rattled Zona, his dark golden eyes ghostly but hidden from view by the braid of hair that fell to the side of his face.

The Zona that stood on the cane ladder was both thin and weak, but as pliable as a weed standing in the middle of this wilderness. She's already looking much healthier than before and a little more robust, and she was now clasping her little hands and looking up at him with watery blue eyes.

Looking at him, calling out his name, and telling him her own, probably, she wasn't afraid of him.

Zona felt much better about speaking the man's name when she called it out, and went on, "Can you lead me to a nearby water source. I want to nitrate this sheepskin, but there is no water here. Ah, that, whatever water source, as long as it's close!"

Varg is unusually good-natured this time, nodding at Zona's expectant gaze, his eyes signaling Zona to follow.

Zona is delighted, but doesn't leave right away, instead bouncing down the cane ladder and said, with nervousness tinged with glee, towards the Varg, "Wait for me for a moment! Now!"

She neatly yanked a few thin vines, rolled up the skins and bundled them up, carried them on her skinny shoulders with a huff and a puff, and then raised her head with difficulty, "Let's go, let's go."

Looking at the bundle of skins thicker than Zona's waist, Varg was silent.

He even thought it likely that she was about to be crushed to death in the search for water.

So he stretched his long arm, easily lifted the sheepskin from Zona's back into his hands, and went to the forest without looking back.Zona only felt a lightness on her body, looking at the figure in front of her, she was a little hesitant, but still lowered her head and followed obediently.

Just behind Varg, she cooed, "Thank you."

Varg wasn't walking as fast as usual, this trip wasn't a hunt, it was a way to tell Zona behind her to know the direction of the water, she's going to have to survive in these mountains in the future, let her walk through it by herself, so that she can remember the path.

Zona followed Varg, walking on a rocky ridge, the mire that she avoided, all the way forward, she estimated that she had probably been walking for nearly an hour at this pace, the woods around her thinning out, there was a slight downward slope and the smell of the neighborhood was a bit odd, but the wind blowing through it wasn't as cool.

She looked around along the way, searching for any fruit that could be picked, but not so much energy, the fruit did not find, but saw a large field of perilla leaf, right next to the wet marsh, one bush after another, growing a lot.Zona picked a piece, smelled it, the flavor is very good that she will eat it with barbecue tonight!

As she was happy, her eyes unconsciously looked towards the tall Varg in front of her, but suddenly, through the sparse woods, she saw something foggy like smoke in the distance!

Zona hurriedly took two steps forward and got closer to Varg, she frowned and looked carefully, suddenly stopped her steps, a little scared, "Varg! Is there a fire in front! It's so smoky, let's run!"

The woods catching fire was no joke! She was in a hurry to run, but she saw that Varg just turned around and looked down at her, and didn't move.

Zona reached out, but in the end did not dare to pull the person in front of her! So she stomped her feet in a hurry.

Varg narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw her balled up like that, he reached over and pointed in the direction of the fog, "It's hot water, it's not on fire."

Zona paused, "Huh? Hot water?"