Chapter 99: I Need to Find Him
"Ah! Shit! Bunch of bastards! Traitor!"
"For the stability of the tribe. No heir must threaten the new unity."
His claws pierced my flesh and I felt the heat of my blood soaking my tunic, bringing
back to a primal instinct.
As he withdrew his claws, I gathered everything I had left of aura into the sole of my foot. The air around vibrated, charged with static electricity.
With a hip movent, I launched a kick at his knee.
*Crack*
"Ahhhh, shit! Father!"
He scread, his knee giving way at an impossible angle, and he was thrown backward.
I no longer thought and did not wait for my uncle to return.
I ducked through the opening of the hut, my hand pressed against the wound. Shouts rose behind . The jungle, behind the camp, called to
with its nacing thickness. I rushed into it.
I ran, I leaped, using my aura without restraint to amplify every push of my legs, every grip of my hands on the trunks. It was a waste of aura, but fear was a demanding master. Each breath was a stab in my side. My vision beca more and more blurred.
I don’t know how long this mad run lasted. The sun had disappeared, replaced by the glow of the moon filtering through the canopy. My aura was exhausted, drained to the last spark.
"I... I can’t... I can’t anymore *Cough*"
My legs gave out, and I collapsed at the foot of an imnse tree, breathing hoarsely, the blood having soaked the entire side of my body. I was alone. Betrayed and abandoned by my own tribe.
"I’m so cold...."
The sound of heavy footsteps made
lift my head.
Three n erged from the bushes.
’These aren’t demi-beasts!?’
The tallest one whistled between his teeth.
"Look what we found. A little fox all torn up."
Another, his face scarred, narrowed his eyes. "The color of her hair and eyes is quite exotic. That’s good breeding. She’ll sell for a high price on the market. Too bad about the wound, it’ll lower the price."
Terror, sharper than the one in front of my uncle, pierced . I tried to growl, to show my barely lengthening canines, so weak was I. A pathetic gesture.
The scarred one chuckled and pulled out a thick net lined with leather straps. "Co on, little one. Don’t make a fuss."
I struggled when the net enveloped , but my strength was gone.
"Raaahhh! *Cough*"
The cutting shes dug into my wound, reigniting the pain in a blinding flash. I scread but it did nothing...
"Look how she struggles like an animal. Ahaha"
They tied my wrists and ankles.
"She’ll make a fine slave when she’s grown, or even once healed, a noble with particular tastes might still buy her at a high price," said the third, inspecting
like one appraises rchandise.
As they lifted
roughly, head down, my gaze caught, between the leaves, one last piece of starry sky.
That day, on the cold jungle floor, bound in a net, I lost everything.
My only family... My tribe and my freedom...
"I would have preferred to die."
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I was for years, knowing nothing but pain, hunger and humiliation. They whipped
for nothing. They forced
to eat straight from the ground. They looked at
like an animal, and sotis worse. Yet despite all that, I never submitted. I did what was necessary to survive, but I refused to bow my head. Even broken, I kept a part of myself intact.
Ti passed slowly. The days blended together. The blows left visible marks, but the anger accumulated in silence. My body hardened. My will too. I learned to endure while hoping one day I could take revenge on my tribe.
Then he appeared.
No one called him by his real na. He was known only by one title. The Predator.
He did not arrive as a savior. He was not... He simply took control. In a few days, the illegal organization that exploited us collapsed. The masters were executed.
When he stood before us, I did not feel imdiate gratitude. I was wary, after all in my situation one could no longer be naive. Yet his actions spoke for themselves. He abolished slavery without condition. He offered us food, shelter, and above all a choice. Leave or stay and beco sothing other than a forr slave.
I stayed.
He offered us a frawork, resources, rigorous training. A structure that judged neither species nor origin. For the first ti, I was no longer defined as a slave, nor even as a Kitsune. I was a fighter who could decide her future.
And that’s when I began to change.
Physically first. My aura, so long suppressed, began to circulate again. My strength returned, then grew. I learned to think beyond old tribal hatreds. That’s how I grew close to Leandra, a Lycan. Once, such an alliance would have been unimaginable. Today, she is my best friend.
Mission after mission, I hunted humans who profited from the system to enslave the weakest. I felt no remorse. Each target was justified. Each of his actions had a purpose according to The Predator. I beca stronger until I myself beca one of the five beasts of Black Neon.
The Predator asked for nothing in return. No blind loyalty, no gratitude. And he simply disappeared without explanation.
I never stopped thinking about him. In a way, I need to find him. To understand his true intentions. After all, he had no advantage in freeing us.
And yet, he did.
*End of POV*
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Five years later...
Even though anti-Arcadian racism was commonplace at the academy, she ca to the academy. She assud that this famous The Predator was one of the powerful figures of this world. And the place with the most powerful people was Skycity.
Her years of forging had not only shaped her mind, but her beauty had beco more and more radiant. She did not have the cute beauty of Katrina or the enchanting one of Ariana Hornraven, but rather sothing wild. An exotic beauty.
She had long, silky white hair that cascaded down to the middle of her back, with strands framing her perfect face. Her large white fluffy fox ears stood tall on her head.
Kara was crouched on a tree, her bright red eyes piercing the horizon.
"There are no other students in the distance?" Her full lips beca slightly pouty.
"One of the things everyone respects is strength. If I beco number one in this new class, everyone will have to bow before ."
Her chest was enormous, huge heavy and firm breasts overflowing from the ultra-tight white crop top. The thin ribbed fabric clung to her skin; the shape of her nipples clearly pointed underneath, and the volu of those perfect tits moved with every breath. The crop top stopped just under the breasts, leaving the entire stomach bare: a flat and toned abdon, with slightly defined abs but that did not hide the scar on her side.
Her round and bouncy ass, perfectly molded by ultra-tight shiny black leather pants. The leather clung to her thick and fleshy thighs, every curve visible. Behind her, a large white fox tail, thick and bushy, slowly swayed. It was so long it almost touched the ground, all soft and fluffy, the kind of tail you want to grab with both hands while fucking her from behind.
Her whole body was athletic but with very feminine and generous curves.
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