Page 26 of Sohut's Protection

Not that it mattered.

She still had to get rid of him, or away from him, before he got rid of her.

With one startling movement, the alien yanked at his shirt, ripping a part of it away.

Staring as if mesmerized, she watched as he reached into his bag for a tube and squeezed some of the contents on the wound. Then, he bandaged it.

A sinking feeling developed in her chest.

He wasn’t leaving.

This wasn’t enough to make him leave.

As anxiety began to build within her once more, the alien stood and turned slightly to retrieve his bag.

Behind him, something swished.

He…he had a tail.

A furless tail except for a patch of dark hair at the end—much like a lion’s tail was.

Forcing herself low in the bushes, she held her breath as the alien began moving once more.

His steps were light, almost as if he was floating across the ground, and if she wasn’t looking directly at him, she wouldn’t have known he was there.

Not even a twig snapped with each step he took, and the leaves hardly moved as he brushed past them—even the air seemed undisturbed.

Like the reaper, he was. Coming for her silently.

The last thing she’d expected was that she’d find the reaper that came for her attractive.

Frowning at herself for noticing his looks instead of focusing on the fact that he had come to frickin’ catch or kill her, Cleo grit her teeth.

He was heading in the opposite direction, so at least that was good.

It would buy her some time so she could find a way to save herself.

She was thinking about this when the alien stopped walking suddenly and sniffed the air.

At the same time, the bushes rustled to the alien’s right and some of the little jungle-penguins she used for food walked out in front of him.

They stopped to look up at him in much the same way they’d stopped in front of her the first time she’d met their kind.

They were such innocent animals, and for that, she hated having to use them for food.

Only, she didn’t have a choice.

She couldn’t exactly live on the flora of the jungle.

She wasn’t stupid enough to try.

That would have been the fastest way for her to get poisoned and die.

Number one rule of living in the wilderness: Never try the plants unless you know them.

Wawa was content with eating the little birds too, so it worked out for both of them.

Now, the family of jungle-penguins stood in front of the alien and Cleo found she was holding her breath as her eyes moved back to him, wondering what he was going to do.

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