Chapter 5

Darkness chirped on its glowing half-moon day with the grasshoppers hopping in the wild grass and hard to spot.

Rather than attending to the orders that Amora had to take care of, she was off by the corner, taking care of August whose name she hadn't learned yet.

It was itching for her to wake him up harshly. If it weren't for his slow breathing, Pae was up to discard his body and intrigued to be a partner in crime to Amora's.

As much as Amora wanted to approve of the idea, she had refused to bury him before making sure he really did die.

"What if the boy doesn't wake up?" Pae asked, wiping the blood off Amora's face.

She pushed the cloth but not too roughly, scrunching her nose in revulsion.

"The boy will wake up. It must be because of the smell." Amora muttered, unsure of his time out from the interaction with the world.

"If he doesn't, the offer is still up," Pae whispered, stepping back in an instant.

Amora whirled back, squeaking. "No! We can't bury an alive person. That too a handsome one and especially with green eyes." 

Pae gave her a look to which Amora retaliated with, "What? Just stating facts here." 

"Facts about his ethereal-ish. Yeah, that's clear to the point." Pae chuckled inwardly, sweeping the remnants of the lamb (mostly the fur).

"I'm appreciating the beauty he's been born with." Amora sighed, beaming at the click of her light bulb. "Think of it like, I'm admiring the dead beauty of the museum except this one is alive and not some old folk from history." 

Pae laughed, shaking her head in amusement. "Oh! I still remember how you couldn't stop talking and staring at Peter Johnson's picture."

"The guy who was the first explorer to find this city?" 

Pae nodded, "Bingo."

Amora blew out exasperated air, rolling her eyes. "Oh please! I was just learning more about him... because he... sounded um... interesting. Yes, interesting." 

"Wait, wasn't it exploring his social life and everything personal about him? Maybe even searching whether he had any grandson you can hook up with." 

"No! No, it certainly wasn't that. I was being educational." No one knew it better than anyone that she was lying about it. "Will you not speak about him in front of my new admirer?"

"So you do accept he's your new fish from the sea?" Pae was referring to the quote that Amora got it very vividly.

Amora mocked a laugh, "Very funny, Pae. You could've made a very good host for the stand-up comedy."

"Wasn't my style." Pae shrugged, continuing with her sweeping.

"I am pretty sure it suits you then this business." Amora gestured to the shed they were under it.

Pae shook her head before stacking away the waste to the corner. "I expect you to throw that out before you decide to leave. Also, take the poor boy home. He must've been passing out every second 'cause of the smell." 

"That is a good idea. But why was he here at first though?" Amora frowned, tracing his facial features with her eyes.

"Don't ogle the boy. You'll scare him the first thing he wakes up." Pae chortled slightly.

Amora snickered. "I was only observing his intentions."

"Are you sure it's not your intentions?" Pae sprinted out when Amora exclaimed in embarrassment.

She blew away her side bangs and went back to gazing at August, the boy she was urging to learn his name of. She glanced around before getting up.

"I'll get back to you after I throw this out." She mumbled, scooping the garbage in the plastic bag and carrying out of the shed.

She shuddered lightly, glimpsing at the thick fog from the woods. "Okay..." 

She threw the plastic bag without stepping more forward with the weather that surrounded the sky.

Without delay, she hurried back inside and took a breath of relief once the door slammed shut. Pae appeared hastily with a spade twice of her height.

"Did the boy run away? Does he needs to be killed?" Pae bombarded questions at Amora who was blankly gaping at her.

"Pae..." Amora began.

"Yeah?" 

Amora walked to her, carefully pushing down the spade that posed an incredible threat and came off scary in her hands. 

"You need some rest. We'll close up early today." Amora patted her shoulder.

"Why?" 

Amora suppressed a groan of annoyance. "Because... the weather doesn't look nice."

"When has it ever!" Pae scoffed.

Amora was trying to make her close the shop earlier with the chills she's been feeling and working up this late could be dangerous. She was going to aid the boy with her shelter but it sounded better for Pae to leave along with her.

No one knows how the nights are like where the world of werewolves lied far from humans. They could hide the inevitable but not the weather wallowing for the deaths occurring.

"It's best to leave early today. Plus, no customers are coming in for the day. I'll get ready with the orders tomorrow morning." 

Pae shot her a knowing look. Amora rolled her eyes, "I swear." 

Pae nodded, walking away to pack up her things and close the shop.

Amora returned to August who was soundlessly sleeping. She scratched her head, peeking around for help to carry him up.

She thought of using the wheelbarrow that was cleaned off with the dried out blood that had fainted from its original color, but she didn't want to risk him blacking out again.

"Atta boy." Amora took a deep breath and picked him up, quickly placing his arm around her shoulder and gripping his waist.

"In other times, if we weren't in a shed, this would've romantic." 

She pulled him up, his feet dangling off on the ground. She glanced back before dragging his body roughly to the front of the shop where Pae waited for her.

"You were right. The weather is screaming rain to be soon." Pae shut the door when Amora managed to pull his body out and latched it with three clicks.

"Told you," Amora grunted, bouncing his weight back on her as he slipped off from her.

"Uh..." Pae raised her brow, eyeing both of them. "You sure you're going to be alright?" 

"Peachy!" Amora stretched her lips in a straight line, trying to find the perfect grip settling grasp on him.

Pae smiled, bemused. "Well then, I'm off." 

"Yeah, bye." 

"Be sure to drop in early!" Pae exclaimed softly before waving at her and trudging off to her house not too far from the shed.

"If this rain starts before we make it to the house, I'm blaming it all on you." Amora sneered, her arms wrapped around his torso.

As waiting for her declaration, the rain started pouring down heavily, not giving her a chance to complain about the unexpected.

"Really? This is your fault, boy." Amora dropped him down, unable to hold him with the wet clothes that doubled his weight.

"We're doing this the classic way. Why? Because I'm tired though I haven't done much than stare at you half of the day but! your exceptional perfection exhausted me." Amora complained and tugged him by his underarms and dragged him to her house.

He was getting rinsed by the rain but bathed in the muddy water that got all over his jeans and boots.

The ride to her house came across longer than usual and she hoped her neighbors wouldn't poke their noses and interpret it as wrongdoing.

"You should be lucky. I don't usually help strays. Hardly as I think but you are without a payment. I wonder who you are that I can't leave you stranded in the cold shed." 

The explanation to that would only be deciphered by August once he gains consciousness. But whether he will choose to accept it, will be an interval.