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Wolf of Stone novel Chapter 2

Summary for Chapter 2: Wolf of Stone

Summary of Chapter 2 – A pivotal chapter in Wolf of Stone by Forever_sheemie

The chapter Chapter 2 is one of the most intense moments in Wolf of Stone, written by Forever_sheemie. With signature elements of the Internet genre, this part of the story reveals deep conflicts, shocking revelations, and decisive character changes. A must-read for anyone following the narrative.

"You're welcome," Liza muttered begrudgingly.

"You don't deserve my thanks after the suffering you've put me through today, look at my hair!" I exclaimed; my breathing heavy as I tried catching my breath after that running marathon.

I pointed at all the leaves and shrubs that got tangled into the slanted bun that was about ready to topple off my head.

She glanced at my head with a blank look, "that's your typical hairstyle on a Saturday."

I stuttered angrily, "without the muck in it!"

"Oh really? What about all the cotton that gets in your hair because of that stupid pillow you refuse to throw out?"

Offended, I placed a hand over my heart, "that pillow have been with me for years! I cannot abandon it or its pillow titti!"

Liza rolled her eyes, "you are so dramatic. No one plays with their pillow tits you weirdo!"

"I do!"

"Of course you do, you're weird. No one even calls it pillow titties."

"You're one to talk. What about that old pacifier you carry around in your bag? I bet you have it in that little travel pack of yours," I retorted.

Liza narrowed her eyes, "that pacifier is my good luck charm, and you know it!"

"Well, that pillow is my comfort so if it goes so does Mr. Pacifier." I couldn't help the smugness that seeped into my tone.

Liza gaped at me as her cheeks heated, "that's not fair!"

"Nothing ever is."

"Don't forget who has your phone!"

I narrowed my eyes in caution, "is that a threat?"

Liza smiled cheekily, "not even close."

This was ridiculous! I groaned and lightly kicked the tree that stood beside me.

"Kick it harder love."

I shot her a harsh glare, "Suck my toe."

"You know you love me."

"Sadly."

I sighed and closed my eyes, tilting my head backwards as I allowed myself to calmly analyse my surroundings. The sun kissed across my face in brutal, harsh rays as the moist air gently ruffled through my clothes and soaked up all the sweat that gathered.

...disappearing?

"...." 

All my thoughts froze in total disbelief as my heart got poked with little pins of annoyance.

I should have expected this. The urge to face palm was so hard right now but I resisted and instead turned to scowl at the idiot.

"You're saying this is illegal and that we can potentially get killed in the process?" My voice sliced through the amusement on her face and caused her to chuckle nervously as she stared at my raging eyes.

Liza shrugged innocently, "Well technically kidnapped not killed. I did some research and found that seventy five percent of the villagers have not made it but the other twenty five percent who did make it were all foreigners or newly arrived residents. It was a bit strange at first, but I was curious, and I thought since we weren't originally from the village and we just moved here, the curse wouldn't apply to us...whatever curse they made up about this place. I just have the need to find out more, don't you?"

I rolled my eyes at her antics and found that I wasn't that surprised. Of course, Liza would risk our lives for the sake of solving a mystery. She usually only brings me along because puzzles were my past time.... whenever my head wasn't stuffed between the pages of a book that is.

"Curiosity is not an emotion I like to familiarize myself with Liza, so you already know my answer to that question."

"You can be real void sometimes you know that right? Sometimes I think you're not human and then other times you act like a lazy, immature child with an amazing intellectual capability."

I raised an eyebrow, "thank you?"

I had no idea what response she expected at that. It's true that I have my serious moments, but I never viewed myself as void. Not really at least...I just didn't find the interest others find in most things at all. I didn't even find interest in life itself. It's like my soul yearned for a purpose that humanity couldn't give me. What it was? I honestly didn't know or care. As long as I could keep lazing around and reading books, I was good.

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