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“No,” I say sharply. “You did good.” I press a hand to his chest, forcing my power into his tiny body to stop him from burning out and disappearing. When his body pulses, he zips in the air with a pissed expression, growling.

“Good boy,” I murmur. “Now let’s go get her.”

“Should I?—?”

“Follow?” I cut Doodoo off. “Yes… but don’t fucking slow me down.” I sprint after mini me and Doodoo follows, nearly matching my pace.

It takes a good two to three hours of running at full speed to get to where mini me leads us, and the moment we reach it, it’s evident we’re in the right spot when Doodoo and I cover our noses from the rank smell.

Mini me holds its nose and points to the house. I nod, giving it the okay to go there. It zips off as I scope out the scene. I can feel her, but… not quite. Part of me just wants to blow this fucking place up, but I don’t know her condition, where she is in the house, or her how many of them are there. The last thing I want is to fuck up and someone takes her with whatever they’re using to cloak her presence,or worse…

The house itself feels like a corpse. It sags between trees like it’s trying to die, but can’t. The wood is blackened and caked with mold. The windows are slats of darkness with curtains that hang like rotted skin.The whole thing just looks fucking nasty.

Skulls line the front. Some small, some not, and the main thing that gets me is they are all cleaned of any meat… Doodoo wrinkles his nose, stepping beside me, breathing shallow.

“She’s in there, Milord. Her presence is still jammed, but I can feel it better now.”So can I… But what the fuck is this place?

I look around for anything familiar until I narrow my eyes when I see something hanging from a nail on a nearby tree. It was put there like a trophy… a cheer uniform, blood-soaked and torn down the middle.

“That’s our university’s cheer outfit…” Doodoo curses in Elvish, turning away, one hand clamped over his mouth. I freeze when a disgusting, nasty ass scent hits the air, making my skin crawl.

That scent…I smelled it before. At Illicit. I kn?—

Kkkrrrrreechhh

The door creaks open and Doodoo and I stiffen and hide our presence when a figure steps out, and fuck!I grimace, wanting to throw up…

One half of his face looks human, but melted and bubbling off, rotted down to bone while the other half is a goat skull with horns. Its eyes are voids that pulse with hunger, and its frame is gaunt, but twisted with unnatural strength.

“By the Source!” Doodoo shakes his head.

“What fuck is that?” I growl and Doodoo doesn’t answer immediately. He’s frozen. “I hate repeating myself…”

“M-Milord… th-that’s a wendigo… a newly born one….” I turn my head sharply to look at it, not knowing what the fuck that means.

“Dumb it the fuck down for me,” I spit and Doodoo swallows.

“Wendigos are cursed, flesh-hungry spirits rooted in Algonquian legend. Born from greed, starvation, or cannibalism, they embody insatiable hunger and twisted transformation. Once human, their souls rot from within until their bodies stretch into gaunt, towering horrors with sunken eyes, skeletal limbs, and skin stretched thin like old leather.

They can mimic voices, lure prey, and move unnaturally fast. But their worst trait isn’t the killing… it’s the way they infect. The hunger they carry is contagious, driving others mad with desire for flesh. Killing a wendigo isn’t just hard, it’s dangerous because the moment you understand its hunger…

Basically… wendigos are cursed creatures. They fixate, obsess, and when they want something badly enough, when they love it…” he pauses and glances at the bloodied uniform. “They eat it,” he finishes, and a long silence hangs between us just as that fucking thing steps forward, grabbing a cleaver, dragging it behind him, its rotten side smiling. Every single drop of lust inside me goes from simmering to violently boiling.

“Milord, wendigos are hard to kill. We sh—” I don’t even hear him finish his sentence. I just fly straight for that mother fucker and bitch slap the fuck out of it, knocking into the nearest set of trees.

“KREEEEEEEE!”it cries out and charges at me, but I’m ready for it.

“LORD LUST!” Doodoo calls as the thing bulldozes into me, but I don’t even look at him. I kick the thing and swat it with my tail, gritting when I see what he meant when he said it’s hard to kill. It’s body is sturdy…

“Doodoo!”

“YES, MILORD!” he snaps at attention.

“I got this rotten pussy smelling son of a bitch. You go get Jessica out of there, now!” I shout as he rushes forward.

“YES, MILORD!” he calls out as he sprints off.

“And stick to her… know if she gets hurt, you’re fucking dead.”