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    INTRUDERS NARRATOR The smell of roasted and charred meat was already rising with the smoke in the air.


    The werewolves gathered in groups around the fires.


    When Lyra saw Nana, the girl quickly looked away in an unnatural way.


    The Alpha sighed, thinking about how some women didnt have a shred of dignity.


    Whatever.


    That wasnt her problem. Right now, she needed to feed her man.


    seek One hourter...


    "] told you, that womans just looks and nothing else, her brains totally empty." some of the females whispered, having been watching all the weird stuff Lyra and Drakkar had been doing from the start.


    Wrapping a lump of leaves with mud near theke, then digging holes and burying everything, covering it with more dirt and lit embers on top.


    What kind of ritual was that? Obviously, it wasnt for food.


    ---- "Poor Drakkar, he must be starving with such a useless woman." Nana secretly enjoyed the criticism toward Lyra.


    Next to her, Verak talked with the warriors, but his attention was always locked on the tinum hair glinting under thest rays of sun. Even if it turned out to be disgusting food, if it came from her hand, hed eat it dly.


    sek After along, long wait, when everyone had already devoured their hunt and were chatting nonsense waiting for nightfall, a tempting smell started drifting in the air.


    "What in the heavens is that smell?" "[ dont know, but Im drooling, it smells amazing..." "Look, girls!" all eyes turned to the couple off by the shore.


    The embers had gone out, and the hole was being dug up again.


    From inside came a hard ball of mud, and when Drakkar smashed it open with his fist...


    "Wolf God, what kind of food smells that damn good?" Greedy eyes followed every move.


    ---- Lyra opened the ckened leaves and revealed the tender, golden, fragrant meat of the Ungarnix. What kind of dish was that? Those noses were about to suck up all the air with how hard they were sniffing, and Drakkar, with the steam hitting him right in the face, was about tounch himself at the "chicken." The long wait had been worth it, but he always thought of Lyra first.


    "Lyra, you eat," he said, pushing the little mountain of meat toward her, while he went to dig up the other Ungarnix buried in the pit.


    "Dont be silly," Lyraughed in his face, seeing the drool about to drip from his sexy mouth.


    "You know Im not gonna eat all this.


    Lets eat together.


    Oh, wait!" She pulled out a lemon, and Drakkar pierced it with his basic stone knife, letting the juice fall over the tender meat just as Lyra had told him.


    "] think we ruined it," he frowned, "that fruit is super sour." "My silly wolf, taste it,e on." Drakkar sliced off several pieces with the stone knife and offered the first one to the she- wolf, who brought it to her mouth with delight.