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They both reached near an old wall which was surrounded by a few mango trees and grasses.

The mango trees had big leaf-type things on their body, the name unknown to Eleena.

"That's the oldest mango tree. My mother once told me that it's more than two hundred years old," Arabella said while touching the wall with her hands which instantly became green colored, just like the wall.

Eleena wanted to touch the mango tree and observe if the skin was as old as Arabella said.

"If it's that old then why it's skin isn't full of wrinkles yet? Why are we, werewolves, aren't like trees? In this way we could have smooth skin forever," she thought while unconsciously touching her own skin which was a little rough but had softness at the same time.

She couldn't find the answer to her previous questions but one thing was sure, the tree was slippery.

If one wanted to climb in it, the chances of them getting hurt were huge.