Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire

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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.noveldrama

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 bear buried its head, licking up the soup on the ground, finishing all the meat, and not sparing any of the wild vegetables. It ate with great speed, and Nyx barely had time to hesitate.

She looked around, seized the moment, and shifted into beast form, quickly slipping into a bed gap to hide, all in one smooth motion. Fortunately, her small size allowed her to fit anywhere. Nyx exhaled in relief.

The brown bear noticed the movement, and lifted its head, sniffing the air. It easily located Nyx's hiding spot but didn't approach to grab her. Instead, it continued licking up the meat soup, satisfied, before strolling away.

Perhaps out of consideration for Nyx, it only lingered for a short while. There were plenty of cured meats hanging in the cave, but it didn't touch any of them. It didn't even glance at the sweet potatoes, causing far less destruction than Nyx had anticipated.

If not for the broken clay pot on the ground, the spilled soup, and the lingering scent of the bear in the air, she might have thought everything that just happened was a hallucination.

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Nyx cautiously peeked her head out. Just as she was about to crawl out, the animal skin curtain was lifted again, and a tiger swaggered in

Nyx quickly shrank back into her hiding spot. The meat soup had already been consumed, and the tiger licked a few times laut found nothing. It came in cager, but left disappointed,

After it left, a few more uninvited guests trickled in. It wasn't until the smell of the soup had nearly disappeared that the cave finally returned to silence.

The sounds outside, however, had not yet ceased. One of the young male patrol members was injured, and another staggered, running frantically out of the tribe to inform the main force. "Chieftain, Shaman. This is bad!"

Blood covered his body, and his wolf fur was matted and wet, looking utterly disheveled. The moment they saw him, the hunting team realized that something was wrong.

They didn't waste any time asking questions, grabbing their prey, and heading straight back to the tribe. Hearing the wolf pack's thunderous run, the beasts celebrating in the tribe seemed to sense the crisis and began retreating.

"Over here."

"Neo is here, his leg was bitten.”

The scout, Joe, who brought the news, led Zayne to find another team member, Neo, while the others went home to check on their own situations.

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

He circled around Neo to check his injuries, confirming they weren't too severe, then instructed Joe, “Stay here with him, I'll go home to get some medicine."

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

Zayne's heart skipped a beat. It was a brown bear. He looked up and saw the paw prints leading all the way to his cave, a cold chill ran through him. He dropped the wild boar on the ground and sprinted away.

The closer he got to the cave, the more uneasy he felt. He burst through the animal skins and into the cave, only to find it in disarray. His mind went blank, and his ears rang,

The branches in the fire pit were burning down to ashes, the flames nearly extinguished. The pottery was shattered on the ground, with only a wet stain left from the meat soup. There was no one in the cave. Nyx was gone.

Zayne trembled uncontrollably, unable to hold his body up, and collapsed onto the ground, overwhelmed by despair, losing the ability to think.

“Nyx.” His eyes were bloodshot, filled with hate as he glared at the large bear paw prints. Stumbling to his feet, he staggered outside. He was going to kill that bear. Once he killed the bear, he would end it all.

If he hadn't left home, hadn't abandoned Nyx, she wouldn't have had to face this danger alone. Regret overwhelmed him, and he couldn't bear to think of what Nyx might have gone through.

He hated himself, feeling a destructive urge he had never felt, not even in his hardest childhood days. The sound of hurried footsteps approached.

"Shaman."

"Help!"

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"Save my mate. Save my cubs."

"Hurry!"

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The situation was urgent, and people ignored the rules, rushing into the shaman's cave, pleading for help. When they saw the mess on the ground, their noisy shouts stopped abruptly, and they froze.

The cave had been attacked by beasts as well. Then Nyx could be in trouble. The crowd looked at the shaman's red eyes, helpless and silent, not daring to speak.

Zayne took a step toward the wounded, his gaze falling on the bloody wounds of the female and her cubs. Hearing their painful groans, his heart felt like it was being squeezed by a giant hand.

He wondered if Nyx had suffered this too. No, she was taken by the bear; what she endured must have been

far worse.

Just as he was about to completely lose his sanity, a familiar voice suddenly froze him in place. “Zayne”

Zayne's body shook violently. He turned toward the source of the voice-But saw nothing, no sign of Nyx.

Was it an illusion?' he thought. The crowd, however, also looked up in that direction, exchanging glances, clearly having heard the sound.

“Zayne.” The voice came again. It wasn't an illusion. Zayne immediately rushed toward the stone bed where the voice had come from.

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