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Cola announced, and I bulged out my eyes, confused. “What?” I asked, and Preston retreated backwards and threw a hard punch on the wall. “Last night a family of four people was all dead from a mysterious bite on their necks. Our pack doctors and healers are trying their best to identify which insect bit them.” He started, and I walked to the wardrobe, took a bra, and put it on, careful not to expose any of my body parts.

They quietly left the area. The forest became quiet once again, with only the birds' chirps. Except for the bones on the ground, the wolves seemed to have never appeared. Out of the corner of her eye, Josephine noticed the green, rice-sized bugs on the tree trunk to her left dispersing. They crawled to other parts of the branches. She tucked her hand into her sleeve, held the cuff tightly, and used it to squash the bugs around her. She didn't want these insects crawling onto her. If they were poisonous, it would be even more troublesome. She didn't mind feeling disgusted.

Father yells that I must spend one hour in this box for my punishment and I scream when I feel tons of critters coming through the small whole. Cockroaches, centipedes, ants, scorpions, whatever he can fit inside his small one-inch hole right above my stomach has my skin crawling. I scream. I scream as hard as I can. My body jolts back and forth hundreds of time as much as it can through this small cramped space. I scream until I feel the insects crawling around my mouth and then I do the only thing I can. I close my eyes and count down the hour. Crying my eyes out the entire rime.

My eyes were wide open, finally Elias was by my side, boy was I glad to see him! A strange thing began to occur inside me just when I thought it was over. The pain started to grow, only this time it was worse than the bite, there was a fire burning inside me, I began to feel the worst kind of pain I’ve ever felt in all my thirty years of living. It was an excruciating pain— like torture!

No answers. Something buzzed at my ear and I turned sharply to avoid being stung. The thing I reacted to hovered level with my face. It resembled a dragonfly in size, and in every other respect a tiny person with wings. It hissed and bared its fangs at me before zipping off at speed. My legs folded under me and I fell on all fours. My breathing turned to high pitched wheezing until it ceased altogether. I rolled onto my back and opened and closed my mouth, but air refused to enter.

And worst of all, she hadn't seen or heard from Isaac both physically or through mind-link. Soon, it was evening. The sun had set and everywhere started turning dark again, another set of insects crawled out from their holes and this time they are two times the number from last night. Some flew and landed on her arm, she swatted them away in disgust, while some neared her feet. Fear shot up her arm and another insect bit her once more, she screamed in pain, desperately shifting away from them, but they moved closer. "Oh no please." she cried out. Somehow she figured out that the king might be the one doing all of this. He could be listening to her right now.

Every so often, she asked me to use my hand to scratch the itch again. She kept moving around in my arms, and her chest pressed against me again and again. I felt like I was about to explode.

Oh God! The foliage was infested. True insects scattered with tiny legs and feet, crawling, eating, and nesting...on me...in me. I feared speaking, afraid they'd enter my mouth. My nose was vulnerable as I blew from my nostrils. Like a bull, I tried to keep them away. My ears and hair crawled with hundreds of thousands of bugs. I spit my request, "Help! Please, make it stop. Not my face, don't let them on my face."

Ulysses said, grinding a poor unfortunate ant into the blanket with his pointer finger. "You're just upset because that fire ant bit your ankle," Ellie said as Sylvia giggled like Ulysses had been telling a joke instead of stating what he thought should be the gospel truth for bugs. "Thou shalt not bite wolf shifters." "Oh, Ulysses! You're so delightful!" Sylvia seemed to repel the insects for some reason. To Ellie's knowledge, not a single, solitary insect had so much as fluttered past her face. Perhaps the bugs all knew that she was like them--a pest. Either that or they sensed that she was a flower child.

I pull away immediately, not giving her a chance as I spread the hair over my neck. “It's nothing!” I respond, sounding defensive and I mentally curse. “It’s nothing to be worried about. Something bit me yesterday. An insect. It was itchy and I couldn't stop scratching. I think…that's the reason. It's really nothing.” I let out a nervous smile, the knot in my stomach tightening.