Five days later,
In the lounge of the hospital beside the reception desk, Valen stood with her phone in one of her hands and a package in the other. She stomped her foot impatiently as she glanced at a recently received message, seething in vexation.
'Stuck in the traffic!'
"Oh, moon goddess! Why do you have to mate me with such a dumb f*ck bastard." She cried— like she was a wolf, with a baby face and pout she was adored for.
Then another message appeared on her screen that turned her facial expressions even sour and bitter.
'A bloody red lory has blocked my way. It's not moving further, not letting me do so.'
"Oh Jesus, I will kill you, Ryley Shine." Valen shrieked, this time like a human, earning amusing looks from the passers-by and the watchman who was sitting across a huge television, keeping