CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

Noah's POV

Suddenly I jerked upright, getting to my feet faster than the spear had flown. My eyes darted this way and that, searching for the source of the spear.

Suddenly the bushes right in front of me rustled, and a figure stepped out. I looked up and saw a man, covered only with a robe across his genital area. The rest of his body was flecked with tattoos like a spotted leopard. I even recognised some of the tattoos as the same engravings I'd seen on the stones earlier.

"Who are you?" The man asked, his voice as hard as the boulders I saw earlier.

My tongue was tied, and my eyes were fixated on his features only. The man was muscular, sporting green eyes, a broad jaw and a wide nose; having ears like a bat and dirty, uneven teeth.

"Who are you, I ask?" The man repeated. "What are you doing in my home?"

"What home?" I scoffed, my eyes darting from the hanging vines to the broken bridge behind me. "This isn't a proper home. This is nothing but a jungle."

"It is not a proper home to