Only then did Molly's heart truly sink, the color of blood drained from her face.
Shivering with fright, she sat on the floor and shifted backward as she cried, "Don't come over!"
Twitching his mouth, Carl—in his beast form—arched his lips sarcastically, like an expression you might see on a human. However, when placed on the face of a tiger, it looked grotesque.
He opened his tiger mouth.
"Ah—!"
Amid the female's high-pitched screams, the furious roar of a tiger rang from not far away.
Carl looked up and saw a one-eared tiger sprint towards them with a bloody mouth. Behind him was an abandoned large-sized prey.
The ironic thing was, that prey could feed two males.
Molly's expression eased. She looked over and shouted delightedly, "Edgar, come and rescue me!"
Roar! Edgar let out a furious roar as he leaped into the air to pounce towards Carl.
