Misha’s nose throbbed with pain.
The corners of her eyes were red, and shimmering tears welled up in them.
“Misha, are you okay?” Reya dropped what he was holding and hurried over to check on her.
Misha pulled back from Klein’s embrace and shook her head at Reya.
As she did, a single teardrop slipped from the corner of her eye and trailed down her cheek.
Klein’s mottled emerald eyes darkened.
He reached out to wipe away the tear, his voice as cold and clear as moonlight.
“Be more careful from now on,” he said, his tone a mix of concern and reproach.
Misha couldn’t help but nod obediently.
“Misha, are you alright?
It’s all my fault.
Did you get burned?” Harry frantically reached out to touch Misha, but Reya blocked him.
“Harry, please stay away from Misha.” Reya’s eyes blazed with anger.
He didn’t dare to imagine what would have happened if Klein hadn’t been there.
Misha’s delicate skin would have definitely been scalded.
“Uh, I just wanted to make sure Misha was okay,” Harry said, feeling a bit wronged.
Although Misha disliked Dora and Saki, she held no ill will toward Harry.
She said gently, “I’m fine.
Quickly, go check the pot before it burns.”
“Ah, right!
My pot!”
Harry squeaked and scrambled to check the pot, but the salty fruit sauce inside the stone vessel had already burned.
“It’s ruined,” Harry mumbled, his head hanging in utter dismay.
Seeing him look like a dejected little puppy, Misha couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.
“You’re still laughing?
Someone was almost severely burned just now,” Reya scolded, slightly irritated.
He lightly tapped her nose.
Misha was a little stunned; Reya rarely made such intimate gestures in front of others.
“Is Reya the mate of the little female, Misha?” Klein narrowed his eyes, sizing up the male before him.
The tips of Reya’s yellow hair were subtly darkening.
Others might not notice, but Klein could see it clearly.
After all, he had gone through this stage himself.
Moreover, he could tell that Reya possessed extraordinary strength—perhaps even enough to rival his own.
“Yes,” Misha admitted bluntly.
A flash of disappointment crossed Klein’s eyes, yet he pressed on, “But you don’t have his Mate Beast Mark on your body.
Have you two not mated yet?”
Misha choked on her own saliva.
“COUGH COUGH.”
Reya’s gaze turned icy, his voice low.
“That is none of your business.”
“Is it?” Klein rolled his vibrant green eyes, then went back to bustling around the pot.
Staring at the refined salt he had produced himself, Harry could hardly believe it.
“I can make salt!
I can make salt!
I’m amazing!”
Caesar patted his shoulder.
“That’s all thanks to Misha for being willing to teach us.”
Klein also looked at Misha, his expression earnest.
“Thank you for teaching us.
I will agree to whatever you want in return.”
Misha smiled faintly.
“If you want to thank me, then hurry up and catch the person who framed me.”
A trace of gentleness softened Klein’s cold gaze.
“Naturally.”
Over the next few days, the Rabbit Clan and Deer Clan launched a full-scale search.
They quickly found the salt hidden in a cave, along with Jira, who was attempting to flee.
When Misha saw Jira, everything clicked into place.
“Jira, who ordered you to destroy the salt storehouse and frame me?” Misha asked coldly, her eyes narrowed.
Just as Jira opened his mouth to speak, Saki arrived.
“Thank you all for catching the culprit who ruined the salt storehouse.
Go back and tell the Clan Leaders of the Rabbit and Deer Clans that I will severely punish the perpetrator and give them a proper explanation.” Saki spoke with self-righteous authority, though his underlying tone clearly implied they should leave.
Seeing this, Jisen left the Dog Clan in silence, alongside the males of the Rabbit and Deer Clans.
Word that the culprit had been caught spread quickly, and the members of the Dog Clan Tribe crowded the central plaza.
Misha questioned Jira once more.
Bound by the master-servant contract, Jira could not lie to her.
He confessed to everything in full detail.
Upon hearing the confession, Saki’s face turned livid.
His voice was freezing.
“Jira signed a master-servant contract with you and obeys you unconditionally.
You have a personal grudge against Dora, so his words cannot be trusted.”
As soon as he finished speaking, several young females voiced their dissatisfaction.
“Why can’t he be trusted?”
“Yeah, exactly!”
“When they said it was Misha, you believed it.
But now that it’s Dora, the Clan Leader refuses to believe it.”
Misha’s gaze turned sharp.
“Is the Clan Leader showing favoritism and shielding Dora?”
Saki’s eyes grew sinister.
“Are you really going to stand against me?”
He unleashed his oppressive aura to bear down on Misha.
Having experienced this intimidation before, Misha naturally remained unfazed.
“Is the Clan Leader making a public threat?” Reya was also furious.
He stepped in front of Misha and released his own imposing aura.
Saki glared at him coldly, his aura surging at full force.
Several males from Saki’s faction moved in, completely surrounding Misha and Reya.
“Chief Saki, what are you doing?” Carl handed his mate, Lisi, over to the male beside him, Bama, and stepped up to stand next to Reya.
Seeing this, over a dozen other males also walked over, their intention to defend Reya and Misha abundantly clear.
Most of them were males who had spent days and nights hunting alongside Reya recently.
“How bold!
Are you trying to rebel?” Saki glared fiercely at Reya, his fists clenched tight. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
He should have killed this bastard a long time ago.
Misha let out a scoff.
“To protect his own female cub, Chief Saki can truly call black white.
It’s hard to find that convincing.”
Even if Reya and the others rebelled today, they couldn’t bear the stigma of a mutiny.
“If you are going to rebel, I will banish every last one of you from the tribe!” Saki shouted harshly.
“How lively.
What exactly is going on here?” a cold, clear voice rang out.
The crowd turned to look and saw a young male, well over 1.9 meters tall, walking slowly toward them.
He had yellow hair that faded into light green at the tips.
His thin lips were pressed together into a cold, indifferent expression.
This male was none other than the Deer Clan Leader, Klein.
Accompanying him was the Rabbit Clan Leader, who also looked bewildered.
“Saki, what is the meaning of this?”
“What else could it be?
We tracked down the main culprit who destroyed the salt storehouse, but Chief Saki refuses to accept it simply because that person is his little female cub, Dora,” Misha summarized the situation concisely.
Hearing this, the Rabbit Clan Leader was enraged.
He stepped forward and kicked Jira, who was on the ground.
“You male!
How dare you lay your hands on the tribe’s salt storehouse?
You truly deserve to die.”
Klein looked at Jira as if he were already a dead man.
“Why are you keeping him around?
Just kill him.”
Saki frowned.
“That is not the case.
This Jira is Misha’s beast servant, so his words cannot be trusted.”
“Yeah, yeah!
I have absolutely nothing to do with him!
This is slander!” Dora quickly stepped forward to defend herself.
Ever since laying eyes on Klein, Dora had developed a crush on him.
Unwilling to ruin her image in front of him, she hastily stepped out to clear her name.
“Absolutely nothing to do with me?
Heh.” Jira, who was bound up on the ground, threw his head back and laughed.
“Nothing to do with me…
I was banished from the tribe for you!
I became a Wandering Beast for you!
And now you say we have absolutely nothing to do with each other?
HAHAHA!
“Dora, I never thought you could be this black-hearted.”