Mommy Wolf: Raise A Cub, Claimed By His Beast Daddy-Chapter 59: In This Biting Cold (II)

’Wait for me, Jojo. I will make sure to punish those who hurt you,’ Kael promised himself as he rushed out of the cave and followed the trail.

Grishaw panicked when he saw the Beast King stride straight into the blizzard without a word. He hurried after him and called out,

"W-where are we going, My King?! Oh, the blizzard is terrible, you shouldn’t rush!"

"I have to," Kael replied, his crimson eyes fixed on the tracks ahead. "That white wolf is my son."

"T-that white wolf is our little prince?!"

"Yes. That damned tiger has kidnapped my son and tortured him!" Kael snapped. He clenched his fist, his dark aura surging so thick that even the animals in the vicinity were alarmed despite the blizzard.

"Torture? But, My King—" Grishaw hesitated.

He recalled the tiger father and the wolf cub he had observed earlier. Grishaw had been the first to notice this strange family and had watched them closely for quite some time.

From what he had seen, there were no signs of abuse or torment. The boy trained diligently, hunting while the tiger father watched from afar, ensuring his safety. When the boy caught a hare, he would rush back to his human mother and proudly present his prey.

The woman would skin the hare and give the best portions to the boy so he could grow strong and healthy. The bond between mother and son was so close that Grishaw had initially thought she was a wolf beastman, until he noticed she had neither ears nor a tail.

Grishaw had never seen a woman so gentle and patient in the forest. Even his own mother had not been so tolerant when raising him as a fledgling.

So where was the torture his king spoke of?

Grishaw opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Kael’s oppressive aura was overwhelming. If he spoke now and offended the Beast King, he might truly lose his life.

In the end, Grishaw chose silence and continued to follow.

*

Marik pushed forward through the raging blizzard. Several times, he was forced to slow down or stop for a few seconds. If he rushed recklessly, the wind might knock Sisi from his back.

Visibility was terrible, and more than once he considered finding a cave to wait out the storm, since he was worried that Sisi might not actually survive this cold.

But then he remembered that cursed wolf and how he could snatch Jojo from him in a mere second.

That cursed beast must’ve possessed a terrifying sense of smell, especially when chasing his son. So, Marik couldn’t use the blizzard to erase their trail.

Knowing the possibility, Marik dared not stop.

Sisi clung to his back with all her strength. The wind nearly blew her away several times, but she endured. She couldn’t risk getting separated from Jojo, not when she wasn’t sure she could ever find him again in this weather once they were truly separated.

All she could see was white. Snow everywhere. The same color as Jojo’s fur.

If Jojo were buried beneath the snow, she might never spot him.

"The woods ahead should be denser!" Marik shouted. "The wind won’t be as strong there! Hold on tight, Sisi!"

"Yes!"

"Sisi... a-are you sure we can keep going?" Jojo whimpered. He gently clawed at her chest, like a cub seeking for his mother’s attention. "I’m worried about you. Let’s rest. Tell Uncle Marik to rest, okay? Uncle is so obedient to you, Sisi. He will listen!"

"Uncle Marik won’t listen this time, Jojo," Sisi said firmly. "Besides, we really can’t stop. We have to keep moving to lose his track."

"The evil fat man won’t catch us!" Jojo insisted, his voice trembling as Sisi’s cold made him restless. "The wind will knock him over, I’m sure of it!"

He was close to tears as he begged;

"Sisi... you’re so cold. I’m scared you’ll leave me!"

Her body temperature reminded him of the day they first met—when her breathing had been faint, like his father’s after a brutal battle.

His father once said that a dying beast often had faint breaths, and the realization made the wolf cub wanted to jump out and bit Uncle Marik’s ears to stop him and find a warmer place for Sisi to rest.

Sisi finally lowered her gaze and offered him a reassuring smile.

But it didn’t look right in Jojo’s eyes.

Her lips were cracked, and a trace of blood appeared when she forced the smile.

"I’m fine," she said softly. "I will never leave you. Not until you grow big enough to live on your own. Hush, rest now. The blizzard will pass, and we’ll arrive to a warmer place soon."

Marik narrowed his eyes as he spotted denser trees ahead, which would help weaken the wind.

His hope flickered for a second, then vanished instantly when he noticed a powerful presence surged behind him.

Marik’s heart skipped a beat. There was only one being in this world with that aura.

That cursed wolf.

He gritted his teeth and suddenly burst forward through the blizzard.

"Wha—!" Sisi clung tighter, nearly slipping off his back.

She wanted to ask what was wrong, but Marik didn’t slow down. His entire focus was on speed and balance, forcing Sisi to adjust desperately to avoid falling.

’Just a little more,’ Marik thought frantically. ’The forest will mask our trail. I’ll find a way to save my family.’

The presence behind them closed in at an unbelievable speed.

’I should drop our supplies,’ he realized after racking his brain on how to escape the cursed wolf’s chase. ’I’ll be faster carrying only Sisi and Jojo.’

Marik was was about to tell Sisi to untie the rope on his back, so he could run faster—

When a figure suddenly leapt from a tall tree and landed directly in front of him, forcing the tiger beastman to halt.

The figure stood tall in front of the tiger, and said coldly, "I’m here for my son. You damned tiger."