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Theron held the lioness’s sturdy body and sat down with her draped over his thick thighs.

His feral eyes locked on a bloodstain on the ground. Searching, he found she had a wound on one side of her head.

"At least the bleeding stopped," he muttered, chest tight with worry as he felt the dried fluid.

Why was he so desperate to save this animal?

"Kham, do you feel anything special?" Theron asked his wolf while his rough lycan hands searched through all that golden fur.

She had bruises an