The male lion Thunderbolt's sobs grew more and more despondent.
Renee Jennings's slender brows furrowed, the worry on her face deepening.
Faye Wyatt noticed the change in her expression and asked nervously, "Is the situation bad?"
"Thunderbolt seems really heartbroken," Renee Jennings said softly. "What on earth happened to him…?"
Although the male lion Thunderbolt was steeped in sorrow, as a natural-born hunter, vigilance and acuity were instincts etched into his very bones. Hearing human voices, he immediately stopped crying.
'Who is it?'
He instantly snapped out of his grief. His two amber-like eyes flashed with a sharp light, carrying an innate coldness and majesty.
'Who's talking?'
The male lion Thunderbolt let out a low, warning growl. "Whoever comes closer will live to regret it…"
"Thunderbolt," Renee Jennings called out. "Hello."
