Emalynn Pov

Rory’s red wolf form came charging toward the cave to get away from Silas. Why was she in her wolf form? Red lightning shot out of her as she charged forward. The air was dry from her lightning as it cracked around us. It was wild like a firework bursting in midair. My amber fur was burnt from the heat of each burst. Her magic was wild and dominating like her emotions right now. I knew she was only protecting me when she came charging at this elf called Silas, but this wasn't a good way to handle the intrusion. At least, she hadn't gone into frenzy mode. That would've been worse…

I wiggled trying to get out of this green giant's arms until my body flinched from the bleeding burn on my arm. It's his fault that my bestie just ran into the cave. With her luck, the whole thing will just crumble on top of her.

"Damn it! Stupid green lug, let me go," I barked.

The dumb lug had a tight grip on me although he swayed like a tree limb in the breeze. He smelt awful. Did he roll in a puddle of vomit? I felt my stomach start to curdle. This green guy was sweating whiskey. These two guys must have been the gossipers from the tavern. My stomach gurgled as I felt acid rising in my throat. The green guy’s clumsy spinning motion finally forced me to vomit all over the guy. Now, this guy smells even worse, and I can’t stop vomiting all over him and the ground, causing the guy to drop me in a puddle of my vomit. My open wound on my arm burns from my vomit.

"What the hell!" I scream, trying to stand up in my vomit puddle. My amber fur reeked of last night's dinner. Chucks of vomit clung to my fur. I vomited again, completely emptying my stomach. My arm aches because of the stupid proper elf's magic blast, and holding myself up is slowly becoming an impossible task as I try to get up again.

"Miss, can you just stop for a moment?" The proper elf gracefully was over to me and gently bent down to pull me out of my puddle.

If I had more strength, I would have stood up and socked both of these stalkers square in the face. The graceful elf succeeds in rescuing me from my vomit puddle. He steadily guides me to the base of the tree where he helps me sit. My body aches. My arm is bleeding and burns with the pain while my stomach convulses at the emptiness inside it. The dumb, green lug is loudly whining about everything as he stumbled toward another tree. The sticky, chunky, reeking vomit is beginning to dry in my amber fur, and I wish I had a damn river to wash in now.

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"Miss, if I may, I can help you wash up," Silas, the graceful, offered.

"Isn't that a bit forward of you? Never mind. That fits perfectly with the creepy stalker type that you are," I snapped at him. "Who else would have tracked down a simple, cave-dwelling, huntress, huh?"

"Listen, Miss, the stench coming from you and my companion is utterly horrendous. I am going to douse you both in water then we will continue this interrogation, okay?" Silas seemed frustrated as he did his best to cover his nose. He yelled at the green lug to stand beside me.

I opened my mouth to protest when a gush of water began dumping on me. It was like I was under a damn waterfall. The water was cool but heavy as it washed over my whole body. As if it were a shower, I ran my fingers through every inch of fur. All the sticky chunks gave way to strong water pelting my body. It felt freeing under the water. I suddenly realized that I hadn't done a good job of preparing to hold my breath as I felt my body want to gasp for air. Shoving my head through the downpour I gasped for air. Silas had a blue aura around him from the water magic he was performing, which faded when he saw me gasping for air. Sikas stopped the waterfall and steadied me against the tree.

"Dang it, Silas. Why can't I be the one helping the cute, little monkey?" The green lug stammered.

My jaw nearly reached my toes. This stinky, drunk goon just called me cute. I wanted to slap his soggy face. Could I slap them both? Honestly, I am barely standing as is. Although I was mostly clean, my body was heavily worn out and in pain.

"Braxton, please refrain from speaking any further," Silas cautioned the big green lug. Silas appeared distressed by the whole situation as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Honestly, I was done with these men and their antics. Sure, I didn't know who or why they were here other than my suspicions about them looking for more information on Ro's little library heist, but I was ready for my stalkers to leave. I forced Silas away from me using every bit of strength to stay standing.

"All right. As fun as it's been…" I huffed, forcing myself to stay on my feet. "And as rude as you stalker guys have been," another breath. "It's time for you to go."

The giant lug named Braxton started to pout. "Silas…why did you make the…cute monkey…mad? She wants us…to…to leave."

"Hell, Braxton! What was in those drinks? I can hardly believe you are an honored general and war hero." Silas shook his head. He turned toward me. "I realize this whole thing has gone to shit between the dangerous wolf-"

"Let me stop you there. The wolf is my hunting companion and familiar. She was just protecting me from you dumbass stalkers! Get out of here before this gets ugly," I demanded.

"Isn't it already ugly?" Braxton cut in. The smelly orc pinched my cheeks as if I were a small child.

At that point, my patience had run out. I got a clear uppercut under his chin, causing him to release me. I stomped on his toes so hard there was a slight crunch. The supposed war general came at me to manhandle me. I swooped through his legs and kicked the back of his knees causing him to fall. Something told me I was pushing my luck if this conflict continued any further. My tail violently twitches behind me. "Take your friend and leave, Twinkle Toes." I barked at Silas as leaped up into the trees. How I did all of that was astounding. I should have passed out, but those guys pissed me off. They can take their questions somewhere else.