Seventy four

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It was dawn of the next morning yet none experienced of sleep. As the soft sounds of several vechiles' tyres passed through on the tarred road, and the unceasing balls of rain poured, a shabby cabin, camouflaged so perfectly by shrubs wasn't spared a glance.

Rita loved it.

The cabin housed two things - two rocky, aged and ass stinging chairs. Numerous webs designed expertly by spiders, and dust served as decorations.

There was no furniture, and the kitchen, untouched for heaven's know when wasn't approached. Lethal reptails might be residing there so Derek and Rita spent the reminders of last night, and the early hours of the day staring at each other.

Well, the she-wolf focused on the little hand mirror in her possession throughout a greater part of the hours shared.

She doesn't want to speak to Derek.. yet.

And the runaway gynecologist had zero interests in talking with Rita - she was sick.

Her instructions which Sebastian stupidly complied to nearly led to Michelle's death