Holding the two prey over his shoulders, Damien happily ran home. The mud on his fur was washed off as he ran in the rain.

“Roar! Roar!” Damien roared twice at the door, but no one came to open the door for him. He had no choice but to set the prey down and use his claws to scratch the door.

Damien was frustrated. He was so engrossed in digging that he forgot about the time. He anxiously went to the forest to capture two prey, yet he still came back too late. Could Irina be angry and was refusing to let him get into the house?

What an intense...