450 Martyr

~ LHARS ~

Lhars had only seen Yhet truly angry once. But it was a sight he would never forget, and one that had made him wary around the male for a months afterwards.

It was early after the females had been taken and there were still a dozen or so unmated females remaining in Thana. The males had become desperate and some—especially the tigers—had started trying to dominate the females into taking mates.

When Yhet, his own grief over the loss of his mate smarting even more after watching other males go through the same separation, had stumbled on a male trying to force a female to accept his display, he'd snapped.

Right there in the courtyard, Yhet had torn a tiger limb from limb without barely breaking a sweat.

His calls and growls and roars during that conflict had been gut-clenching.

But this… Lhars had never heard anything like what he heard echoing across the compound now.