Semua Bab Taboo Heat: Tales Too Hot To Handle: Bab 951 - Bab 960

She squeezed his hand even tighter than he squeezed hers."I didn't realize how foolish I was. I didn't understand how lucky we were to have a child together. Your seed is strong; this child is the hope of our tribe, the first child of the Blood Bird in many cycles. And I wanted to kill it.""It's okay, Mama," he said, touching her cheek. He knew this already; he had told her many times, but she never wanted to hear it."We must protect our baby bird." She glanced down at his chest and was horrified. "Anarungu, you're bleeding!"Indeed, he had completely forgotten about the wound on his chest left by the knife. "It's nothing, just a scratch."Gnelsey got up, picked up a healing ointment, and lay back down, pulling him towards her. He rested on her chest as she carefully applied the ointment, wiping away the dried blood like the good mother she was"How long have you been sitting here? Did you sleep at all?" The first rays of the sun appeared on the horizon."I was too worried about yo

Nightfall enveloped the Blood Bird tribe, casting long shadows across the land. Anarungu hasn't touched Gnelsey ever since that night. Her belly swelled considerably, and now her milk was causing discomfort and issues."Shazram's body was never found?" Anarungu asked, leaning back in his chair. He wrapped his arms around Gnelsey and gently kissed her enormous belly. She leaned back, sitting next to him, her belly jutting forward. Everything hurt and itched, and she kept wanting to defecate."Shazram vanished. I think the lynxes ate the remnants of his body," said Jarkish, standing before the Chief."Any signs of the Blue Lynx then?" asked An.Peacock, now larger than before, exhaled through its nose while lying at Anarungu's feet. The animal was asleep, but its ears listened to everything happening around. Its tail rose, reaching up to Anarungu's shoulders."No. Tatar'Atu and I scoured the jungle one more time this morning. No signs of them."Anarungu nodded. "I think they've finally

Khaleana stroked the boy's head, and then nodded to the hunter standing over Anarungu. The brute moved the blade away."Scream, and you die," the brute repeated."Make a decision, Anarungu. Please, make the right one," said Khaleana, rocking a boy in her arms. The hunters watched in anticipation.Anarungu looked at everyone and then raised his head to the moon. His lips formed a barely noticeable tunnel, and he started to hum a tune through a whistle.The hunter standing behind him didn't understand how to act. Anarungu didn't shout, so he didn't break the established rules. He didn't scream.Khaleana and the other hunters also didn't understand what was happening.Anarungu increased the intensity of his whistle just as Khaleana was about to scream. "Shut up!"The hunter standing behind Anarungu struck him in the stomach. The chief doubled over in pain, collapsing to the ground. "Aghh.""Fool. What are you doing?"Anarungu gasped for air and finally caught his breath."You're right...

Anarungu left the tribe behind and traveled during the day, looking for Khaleana's tracks. She was in a hurry and made mistakes, so her tracks were easy to follow. He had never gone so far from the settlement before. The jungle became thicker and more tangled, with sharp thorns, vines, and trees that were black and grayish-yellow."It's dark, we need to rest." Anarungu sat by the water, sharpening the blade of his new weapon with a knife. Legs ached from the long journey. "Hunting people is not the same as hunting animals."Peacock jumped into the water, trying to catch the fish splashing around with its claws. It splashed all over the place, left and right."Hey! Peacock! You got me all wet. Stop it."At the mention of its name, the

"I had a dream soon after the death of the White Stranger." He sat in front of Anarungu."It was a dream about the Red Bird and the Blue Lynx. About their friendship. The Lynx and the Bird were the most respected creatures in the land. The Lynx roamed the forests. The Bird, with its sharp red beak and wings, ruled the skies, singing songs.They often met at the edge of the forest, sharing stories of their adventures. They would talk. You see, the Lynx would describe the thrill of the hunt, and the Bird would speak of the wonders seen from high above. Many times, the Lynx helped the Bird find food, searching for insects and other pests.But one harsh winter, food became scarce. The deep snows made hunting difficult for the Lynx, and the Bird stru