Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands
Chapter 62 --62

Chapter 62: Chapter-62

Actually, Kaya wasn’t just casually touching the sheep—she was checking something.

In her line of work, she had mastered a crucial skill—one that helped her rise to the position of commander. With a simple touch and careful observation, she could assess skin texture and bone density with near-perfect accuracy.

As her fingers moved slowly over the sheep’s body, she was scanning for any discrepancies between this creature and the sheep from her own world. And she found one—something striking.

Bone density.

In her world, a sheep’s bone thickness followed a very different standard. But here... even a lamb that appeared to be only two or three years old had bone density comparable to a fully grown, seven or eight-year-old sheep from her realm.

It wasn’t about size. Visually, they looked the same—small, maybe even delicate. But under the surface, the bones told a different story.

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"Skraahh... hssshh... krkh krkh..."

The thunderous sound of wings beating in sync rolled through the sky, flattening the weather with its presence. Just a few kilometers from Kaya’s position, the vulture group hovered — circling the air like shadows born of the clouds themselves. On a rocky ridge overlooking the dense forest below, Veer stood still. His gaze pierced through the green thicket, unmoving, as if he could see right through the branches — searching.

"Skraahh... hssshh... krkh krkh..."

Suddenly, a rush of air broke the silence as several vultures, those trained in the art of pursuit, dove down from the sky. Their screeches echoed like a warning, sharp and shrill. In seconds, they landed—talons fading, feathers folding into skin as they shifted into human form mid-step.

Samaraj was the first to step forward. Dust clung to his knees as he dropped down in front of Veer, head bowed in respect. "Leader," he said, voice steady, "we’ve found her."

For a heartbeat, Veer didn’t move. Then—he turned.

His brown eyes caught the fading sunlight, and for a moment, they gleamed—too bright, too alive. A slow, unreadable smile carved its way onto his face. "Uh-huh. Really?" he asked, voice soft. Too soft. Dangerous in its calmness.

The others behind him stiffened slightly, feeling the shift in the air.

"Yes," Samaraj nodded. "She’s just a few kilometers east. Past the ridge."

Veer didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached out, almost absentmindedly, and touched Samaraj’s face—his fingers cold, deliberate. The smile never left his lips. His gaze slid toward the forest again, eyes narrowing just slightly, as if the trees themselves dared to stand in his way.

He tilted his head. "Then... what are we waiting for?"

And with that, he turned away.

There was no hesitation.

In one smooth motion, he leapt off the cliff—body arching downward like a blade—and mid-air, his form began to blur. Feathers exploded from his skin, his figure twisting and shrinking.

"Hssshhhk..."

In a flash, Veer was gone—replaced by a massive vulture, his wings slicing through the sky as he rose with unnerving grace, leaving behind only a sharp wind and the sound of wings.

On other side....

Kaya crouched low by a patch of wild herbs, her fingers brushing through the tangled greens as she scanned the area. The sheep tribe had told her there were many plants around they never used—things they deemed useless or avoided entirely.

That alone made her curious. When it came to survival, Kaya didn’t trust assumptions. Especially not theirs.

And then, she found it.

Onions. And garlic.

But not just ordinary ones—these were huge. Nearly five times the size of what she’d seen in her world. They were almost absurd, their bulbous forms pushing up from the dry earth like swollen secrets.

Their scent clung to the air, sharp and potent. Kaya leaned closer, lips curling in amused disbelief. "So this is what they think is useless?"

To her, this wasn’t just a discovery—it was a godsend. A stockpile of spice in a world where meals tasted like despair boiled in stale water. The tribe didn’t even touch it.

They grimaced at the smell, muttered under their breath, and made wide circles around the patch. To them, it was offensive.

To Kaya, it was precious.

She reached out to harvest some—then it happened.

The air shifted.

No wind. No sound. Just stillness—unnatural and sharp, like the world itself had stopped to inhale. Kaya froze. Her fingers hovered just inches above the garlic when a ripple ran through her.

Not a chill. A warning. Every hair on her body stood upright. Her muscles tightened. Her gut clenched. Instinct screamed at her—run.

She knew that feeling. She’d never been wrong to trust it.

Then came the sound.

Or rather, the absence of it. Followed by a low, thunderous rush—like wings slicing the sky.

Slowly, Kaya tilted her head upward.

And her breath left her body.

The sky... was gone.

No sun. No blue

Just a sea of vast, black wings spreading across the heavens like a shroud.

At first, it looked like hundreds—thousands, even. But as her eyes adjusted, she realized the truth. There weren’t that many. Maybe fifty. Sixty at most. But they were massive.

Each one could blot out the light on its own. Their wings spanned wide enough to rival rooftops, casting thick, heavy shadows that blanketed the land in false twilight.

Gasps and murmurs broke the silence behind her. The sheep tribe—those quiet, passive people—were unraveling. Kaya glanced over her shoulder just as the tribe leader rose to his feet, his face drained of color, lips trembling. His expression wasn’t confusion.

It was recognition.

Terror rolled through the crowd like thunder.

They knew who had arrived.

And so did she.

Kaya turned back to the sky, her gaze locking onto the dark swarm above. The vultures. The same ones. The same unnatural beasts with sharp eyes and the silence of death.

Suddenly, chaos erupted.

A panicked voice—one of the tribe elders, trembling but loud—shouted, "Inside! Everyone! Now!"

It was like a dam had burst.

In a heartbeat, the peaceful village turned into a stampede. People scattered in all directions—mothers clutching their children, men grabbing the elderly, men yanking trembling mates by the wrists.