Chapter 18: Timberstead Fields
The western fields of Timberstead were usually a peaceful sight — rolling golden fields, wooden fences, and farmers tending to their crops.
Today, however, the place was a mess.
Zayn noticed it immediately when his foot landed on something soft and squishy.
What the —
He lifted his boot and found himself stepping on a half-eaten fruit, its juices smeared across the dirt.
"Ugh, gross," he muttered, lifting his leg and shaking it wildly, trying to fling the sticky remnants off.
No luck.
The fruit refused to be exorcised.
Kara smirked as she walked past. "Looks like the boars already claimed this territory."
Zayn shot her a glare, still flailing his foot like some kind of possessed idiot.
Tobias, as usual, was unimpressed.