Evangeline slowly lifted her gaze, her narrow, fox-like eyes as placid as a deep pool.
A faint smile touched her pale lips as she nodded calmly. "Yes, I have a Fallen Beastman as my Beast Husband. But it wasn't his fault that he became one, and I won't let him suffer for it."
Cherie nodded emphatically, her eyes glinting with a complex mix of emotions.
After a moment's hesitation, she suddenly raised a hand and pressed it firmly on Evangeline's shoulder. Her fingertips trembled, but her voice was earnest. "I support you! From this day forward, you're my friend!"
Females were born frail. Except for a few witches blessed by the Beast God, they had almost no ability to protect themselves.
The tribal teachings, passed down for generations, were etched into their very bones. A female's mission was to continue the tribe's lineage, and a Beast Husband's destiny was to shield her with his own flesh and blood. Yet Flora, the female before her, had torn that ironclad rule to shreds.
