Chapter 268

Fifteen miles away from the auction house.

The tremendous feline hurried through the high pastures of the grassland. It kneeled low, muscles tightened, and sensed every noise and scent. Completely large, the size of a man, it wormed forward in the stealth of predatorial technique through the wavy scrub. This remarkable mastery of the kill had already brought long life to the clever hunter. It had a magnificent mane, lean and taught musculature, and protracted and sharp paws and shiny teeth. And it smelled blood.