Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands
Chapter 67 --67

Chapter 67: Chapter-67

To the deep, scattered tracks in the dirt—large, heavy prints, broken foliage, torn soil. His eyes narrowed.

Mammoth tracks.

Dozens of them.

He crouched down slowly, his anger twisting into suspicion.

"wait..Why... were mammoths even here?"

His voice was low now, almost to himself.

The air grew still.

Everyone around him fell silent.

Veer stood back up, his brows furrowed. The mammoths never crossed this part of the territory. They never ventured near the sheep-tribe, much less storm straight into a battlefield between two deadly enemies.

Why here? Why now?

It wasn’t coincidence.

His eyes narrowed into slits.

Something—or someone—drew them here.

But who?

As night fell, the forest slowly sank into silence.

The screeches of vultures faded into the distance, and the whispers of the leaves became the only lullaby for the shadows beneath the trees. Stars peeked out, gentle and pale, watching over a world that, for a brief moment, forgot its chaos.

Inside the hollow of the old tree, Kaya—worn to the bone—finally let go. Her breathing deepened, her limbs slackened. Even the sparrow, after fluttering about and grumbling to himself, had curled into a fluffball and dozed off.

But not everyone was asleep.

Cutie’s closed eyes slowly fluttered open. His bright blue irises shimmered faintly in the darkness.

He remained still at first—listening, feeling. When he was sure that Kaya hadn’t stirred, he carefully shifted in her arms. Quietly. Delicately.

Not waking her, he wriggled out from the shelter of her arms and hopped to the edge of the tree’s opening. With a cautious glance around, he jumped out and landed silently on the soft forest floor.

Only once he was far enough from the tree—beyond where even sharp vulture eyes could peer—did he let the faint blue glow surround him. His rabbit form shimmered, twisted, and then expanded.

In a moment, he stood on two feet—his human form tall and lithe, hair ruffled by the night wind, eyes still glowing faintly in the dark.

He walked. Not in hesitation, but in silence, like one with a purpose he’d long accepted.

Following the faint mammoth tracks in the soil, his steps barely left a sound. Twenty minutes passed like a breeze until he stopped.

In front of him was a wall of thick green—vines, shrubs, old branches, and creeping moss covering something.

A cave.

It was almost invisible unless you were looking exactly for it. The vines hid it so perfectly it could’ve been passed for a wall of wilderness.

Cutie walked forward and gently raised his hand.

He knocked. Softly. Once.

The sound was faint—but it rippled.

A low, gravelly voice answered from within:

"Come in."

Without hesitation, Cutie stepped through the curtain of vines.

Inside, it was dim, lit by soft flickers of crystal embedded in the stone walls. The temperature dropped slightly, the air smelling of old roots and earth.

And then—he saw them.

A group of people stood inside the cavern. No—not people.

They looked human. But their eyes were pitch black, and their hair shimmered with shades of gray. Their ears were long, wide, twitching slightly at every movement. Their presence was calm, grounded, yet carried a raw strength that felt ancient.

These were the mammoths.

The very herd that had thundered through the forest earlier—now standing tall in their humanoid forms, towering, silent, and waiting.

One of them stepped forward, older, with deep-set wrinkles and tusk-like ornaments hanging from his braided hair.

He looked at Cutie and asked in a low voice:

"You are here."

The voice echoed low and deep from within the cave, almost blending with the ancient silence of the forest.

Cutie’s lips curled up, and a rare smile flashed on his face—one completely different from his usual innocent charm. This one had weight. Memory. Meaning.

"Hey, Uncle... how are you?"

The man—no, the mammoth in human form—smiled in return. A slow, weathered expression that spoke of familiarity and time passed. He stepped forward with heavy, deliberate steps and wrapped Cutie in a tight embrace.

"Hello, nephew. How are you?"

His voice rumbled like distant thunder, but there was warmth in it. Genuine, protective.

Cutie pulled out a dried leaf, carefully folded and tucked at his waist. Inside it was something small, wrapped with precision and purpose. He handed it over to the tall, gray-haired man standing before him.

"This will help," Cutie said quietly. "Give it to him before sunrise. The pain should ease by then."

The man took the bundle with reverence, his sharp black eyes studying Cutie for a moment before softening.

"You’ve done more than we could’ve asked. Thank you, nephew."

But Cutie only offered a faint smile, different from his usual boyish grin—this one edged with something older, more knowing.

"I didn’t do anything special," he said. "Just passed along what needed to be passed."

The man turned and handed the bundle to someone waiting in the shadows behind him.

Back near the ancient hollow tree, the forest was still. Silent. Peaceful.

As Cutie approached, he shifted back into his rabbit form mid-step. His silhouette shrank, ears twitching lightly under the moonlight. The little wild rabbit hopped softly toward the figure curled in the base of the tree—Kaya, asleep, her brows slightly furrowed even in rest.

Cutie nestled close to her side, his tiny body pressing against her arm before nudging himself gently into her warmth. Then, he leaned in, slowly, as if he wanted to disappear into her—to find comfort in her presence, to sleep wrapped in that strange stillness only she gave him. Within moments, his breathing synced with hers. Quiet. Steady. Peaceful.

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Morning came gently. A streak of light filtered through the broken bark above, casting soft patterns on the forest floor.

Kaya stirred.

She blinked, slowly sitting up, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. A soft groan left her lips as she reached for her forehead.

"Strange..." she muttered under her breath.

Ever since she had arrived in this world, her sleep had changed—deep, uninterrupted. It wasn’t from exhaustion. In her world, she’d pushed her body far harder—endless missions, nights without rest. But she’d never known rest like this before.

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