Chosen Mate of the Beastmen Empire by Lewis Reed

Chapter 318

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Nyx was startled, almost knocking over the clay pot. With just one glance, she recognized that this bear wasn't any of the tribe's Beastmen but a complete wild beast.

'How could a wild beast have come here?' she thought,

Even though it was the cold season, the tribe's outskirts were patrolled daily, and wild beasts knew the power of Beastmen, rarely daring to invade the tribe.

Logically, the tribe should be safe. But now, not only was there a bear in front of her, but outside, there were also the screams of females and the cries of cubs, mixed with the roars of beasts, creating chaos.

Nyx's heart sank, realizing the situation was bad. It seemed the wild beasts in the mountains had also been caught off guard by the sudden cold season, failing to prepare for winter. With their hunting abilities diminished in the icy conditions, they had turned their attention to the tribe.

They were even quite clever, waiting for the young male members to go out in groups before coming to find them.

Their eyes met, and a tense atmosphere spread. Nyx clenched her fists, too wary to make any sudden

moves.

This bear looked at her with a relatively innocent gaze; she felt that it didn't seem to have any intention to attack for now, but it appeared very hungry, and it was hard to say what it might do.

When well-fed, wild animals wouldn't harm her easily; even if they came close, it was usually for play. But when hungry, the situation was entirely different.

Searching for food and survival were a beast's top priorities. Even with her special physique protecting her, Nyx had never let her guard down around such highly aggressive beasts.

She stared at the brown bear across the fire, trying to keep her emotions stable as she quickly thought through her escape options. The burning fire made the brown bear somewhat cautious, but the scent of food continually tempted it.

Hesitating and pacing back and forth for a while, the bear's hunger finally overcame its fear, and it slowly moved forward. A sharp, cracking sound echoed through the cave. With a swipe of its paw, the clay pot was shattered into pieces, scattering everywhere.

Nyx watched it wreak havoc right under her nose, too afraid to stop it. It was just a clay pot-if it broke, it broke. It could always be remade later. Not a big deal.

Having dealt with many brown bears before, she understood their domineering nature. Stealing its food would make her its mortal enemy. Without enough strength, it was best not to confront it head-on.

the soup on the ground, finishing all the meat, and not sparing any of the wild

bed gap to hide, all in one smooth motion. Fortunately, her small size allowed

hiding spot but didn't approach to grab her. Instead, it continued licking up the meat soup, satisfied, before

hanging in the cave, but it didn't touch any

clay pot on the ground, the spilled soup, and the lingering scent of the bear in the air, she might have thought

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she was about to crawl out, the

and the tiger licked a few times laut found nothing. It came in cager, but left

a few more uninvited guests trickled in. It wasn't until the smell of the soup had nearly disappeared that the

not yet ceased. One of the young male patrol members was injured, and another

matted and wet, looking utterly disheveled. The moment they saw him,

grabbing their prey, and heading straight back to the tribe. Hearing the

"Over here."

here, his leg was

to find another team member, Neo, while the others

worried about Nyx and felt anxious, but his duty as a shaman prevented him from leaving

to check his injuries, confirming they weren't too severe, then instructed Joe, “Stay here with

up the wild boar he had caught and quickly ran towards his home. After a few steps, the large paw prints on the ground

and saw the paw prints leading all the way to his cave, a cold chill ran through him. He dropped the wild boar

animal skins and into the cave, only to find it in disarray. His mind went blank, and

pottery was shattered on the ground, with only a wet stain left from the meat soup.

collapsed onto the ground, overwhelmed by despair, losing

with hate as he glared at the large bear paw prints. Stumbling to his feet, he staggered

he hadn't left home, hadn't abandoned Nyx, she wouldn't have had to face this danger alone. Regret overwhelmed him, and

destructive urge he had never felt, not even in his hardest childhood days. The sound of hurried footsteps