We have been walking for about five minutes on a tiny path, west of the abode where I had been treated.
Actually, I was not sure about the time frame. Diana has been talking non stop since we had embarked on this short journey to meet her parents, in the farmland. That’s where she said we were going to; the farmland. Turns out that this was really a village to the truest form.
I lost track of time, because her stories were quite rich and interesting, containing facts I should know about the village, in case I got accosted by another villager, and got queried because I was a new face. I was even considering changing my name.
From Diana’s tales, the ruler of the village was a queen, whose king had died some ten years ago.
Diana believed the woman was strong and had chosen her as her role model.
Well, I would be the judge of that when I encounter the said woman; not that I was any good judge of character. Adam was proof of that. Evil, yet dwelling in a handsome innocent body.
I could also deduce that the villagers were closely knitted like one family, just like a pack; only that theirs were the truest version of kindness and love and oneness-if Diana’s tales were all true. My ex pack would need a thousand years to learn all that.
Also, I have learnt from Diana’s talks, that they weren’t werewolves. But still, I wasn’t sure if they were completely humans. After all, werewolves were just a tiny fraction of the supernatural community.
“We are here.” Diana said, coming to halt in front of a vast plot of land filled with all manner of vegetables.
I could see a pair of ball peppers hanging down a stem of what I take to be its plant. It is a vegetable garden then. I thought, taking note of the couple whose attention was on the climbing vegetables eastward of the plot.
I wondered how they were able to cultivate and tender this large plot of land which I took to be the farmland. There were only the two of them. Diana could barely do anything, or did they hire help?
“Sometimes, we hire help to assist us, especially during the planting season. My parents can’t do all these by themselves.” Diana mentioned, like she had read my thoughts.
I nodded at her statement, stared at her for a minute, before taking my eyes to the couple that were under a shade-like construction.
In this case, the shade was a clutter of greens that had snaked their way through the vertical sticks erected to keep them from crawling on the ground, to the horizontal sticks acting as a roof or something-I didn’t know a damn thing about farming or its terms. This was my first time on farmland.
I have never bothered to know where the food items came from back at the pack. We just went to the grocery shop and got what we wanted, whenever we were in need of them.
“Mom! Dad!” Diana screamed, jumping up erratically, waving her free hand at the same time.
The couple turned around then, and seeing us, smiled so widely and genuinely that I had to duck my head shyly. It seemed weird. It reminded me of my mother, and Naomi.
A tug at my hand, had me looking down at Diana. She was clamoring that we join her parents on the farm.
I obliged, even though I felt out of place. I didn’t know my way around the farm, and watching the butterflies and moths, and the crawling insects pounding around on the leaves of plants, was a bit disconcerting.
I didn’t like crawling insects. As a matter of fact, I hated insects. They weren’t my forte. And the gods forbid if I should see a snake. I might as well faint in a heap.
It took me but a moment to realize that the insects that I had been watching all this while were quite a distance away from me, which a human or a wolfess being as I shouldn’t be able to see.
It was a striking discovery that had me balking and stopping my movements again, just as I was about to follow Diana through another path that led deeper into the farm.
I closed my eyes, and opened them, to be sure that I wasn’t dreaming, but it was still there. And this time, more clear, probably because I was more conscious of it this time around. What was going on?
“Maya are you okay? Is your head spinning?” Diana queried, and I shook my head. My head wasn’t spinning at all; it was blowing out of proportion.
I had thought that the newly acquired traits which had started when I had sex with Adam would stop since I was away from him and not having sex with him any longer.
I had thought it was a temporary fix. Turns out that I was wrong. They were still there.
Having sex with Adam had come with some perks that I wouldn’t have dreamt of having on a normal day, but I didn’t know that the effects would be deeper than the sex.
For a minute, I was angry that I had a residue of him within me, and wondered when it would go away, but then on a second thought, I deduced that this could be more of a help to my revenge plan.
Ha! He wouldn’t see it coming.
I wondered what else I could do. Then, I could hear things said afar off, and my nose had been more sensitive than usual. But was that all? Could there be others that I didn’t know of? Like strength?
“Young lady, are you okay?”
This time around, it wasn’t Diana that spoke. No. It was her father; the man that had nursed me back to health.
When had he gotten here with his wife? Last I saw them, they were deep in the farm? Were they that fast? Was I in my head for so long?