Hyena Child

In the hot, wandering wilderness of Africa, we find Naieesha, a twelve year old girl who has been raised by a pack of hyena's her entire life.
When Thomas Walters, a man on safari, discovers this girl, he captures her and brings her home to his wealthy family in New York.
Things aren't always what they seem.
Lost and alone, Naieesha's behaviour is intolerable. She fights, eats with her hands, and will do anything to get back home to her beloved pack. Both her and The Walter's family are at their wits end. Can Lena Van Helsing, a teacher for the deaf and misunderstood, step in and save the day?


25. Chapter XXV - Naieesha's Perspective

I am running. The female human is calling and coming after me, but I do not listen. She is not my friend. She is not my teacher. She is nothing but droppings a dung beatle has collected, swarming with flies.

I hide behind a corner of a brick wall. The female human stops calling me. She is gone.

I crumple down the wall, sobbing into my knees. How dare the female human reveal Azubuike's body to me. The hunters have stuffed him and placed him into a sanctuary. He is not where my pack and I buried him. They have stolen him. 

The female human wished to taunt me. She does not care. She is not upendo. The whole human world is nothing but hate and darkness. The village I dreamed about is not real. There is no upendo anywhere. My human parents deserted me. They are scum.

It was only a dream.

I must come home. I do not care how I get there, I must come home. My pack needs me. And I need them. I cannot survive without my beloved pack.

I get up and start running again, the world bleary through my tears. My focus is only on returning home. I must get there. I must.

Distracted by my own thoughts, and my mind not fully aware of the busy streets, I suddenly bump into an elderly female human. She turns around and looks at me with kind eyes, brown. Like mine. She has dark skin like mine, her hair is grey. She wears a long cotton dress and a pink shawl. She smiles at me.

"Well, well, well!" She speaks in a jolly tone. I reckon you lost, aint ya, child?"

I nod my head. "Want to go home." "In Africa."

Her laugh is tinkly and bright. "Well, you certainly have a long way to go, darlin." "Come and stay with old Natalia." "I get lonely from  time to time, I hads chil'dern 'efore but theys gone now so I has no hope for grandbabies, I ain't no spring chicken anymore but there's still a lot of livin' left in this old fat hen."

Her tone is strange. But this elderly human seems kind enough. She is lonely. Like me.

So I take her hand.

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