In the crowd, the Beastmen crouched low, sharp claws and fangs half-hidden, all glinting with a cold light.
The lead Beastman took half a step forward, staring warily at Evangeline. He bared his teeth and said, "We don't mean to hurt you. Come back with us. We'll lure that Fallen Beastman into a trap and trade his life for yours!"
A mocking smile touched the corners of Evangeline's lips as her fingertips idly caressed her long whip. "Why go to all that trouble? If you kill me, won't the Fallen Beastman you're so obsessed with die along with me?"
"You!" The lead Beastman's face darkened. His claws clenched and unclenched fiercely at his sides, and anxious growls rumbled in his throat, yet he hesitated to order the attack.
The Beastmen from the tribes behind him grew restless as well. 'The person before them is a female, and a witch favored by The Beast God at that. If we attack her recklessly, we might incur The Beast God's wrath!'
