Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands

Dozens of trees snapped like twigs, the bark gouged, deep scars slashed across the trunks. The ground itself had cratered, as if something massive had slammed down from above. A shallow pool of dark, wet blood gleamed in the dirt.

She wasn’t imagining it.

Kaya frowned, gaze sweeping over the forest. "No drag marks," she murmured, eyes narrowing. "No signs of anything being pulled away."

That didn’t make sense.

Even if some beast had dragged the vulture’s body off, there would have been signs — gouges in the soil, snapped branches, bent grass. There was nothing. Not a single trace.

And the bird — that creature — it couldn’t have flown. She was sure she had hit it. Not just once. Her shot had been clean. That thing had dropped. She was almost certain it had died.

So how the hell did it vanish?

She stared at the blood again, still fresh. Too fresh.

More disturbing was the absence of everything else. No media helicopters. No distant sounds of search parties. Not a single camera drone. No chatter on emergency radios. A beast the size of a van falls out of the sky, and not a soul is here?

Kaya felt the chill crawl up her spine.