'Wait for me, Jojo. I will make sure to punish those who hurt you,' Kael promised himself as he rushed out of the cave and followed the trail.
Grishaw panicked when he saw the Beast King stride straight into the blizzard without a word. He hurried after him and called out,
"W-where are we going, My King?! Oh, the blizzard is terrible, you shouldn't rush!"
"I have to," Kael replied, his crimson eyes fixed on the tracks ahead. "That white wolf is my son."
"T-that white wolf is our little prince?!"
"Yes. That damned tiger has kidnapped my son and tortured him!" Kael snapped. He clenched his fist, his dark aura surging so thick that even the animals in the vicinity were alarmed despite the blizzard.
"Torture? But, My King—" Grishaw hesitated.
He recalled the tiger father and the wolf cub he had observed earlier. Grishaw had been the first to notice this strange family and had watched them closely for quite some time.
