Chapter 49 Chapter Forty-Nine

"Meow..."

The cub cried with a small voice and the beast...or no, not beast, it's...mother, responded to it.

The cub looked so inconceivably tiny in my eyes. So small it could have fit in my human hands. Its fur was the same orange-and-black pattern as the creature beneath my claw, but brighter. C...

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