Kaya just stared for a second, dumbfounded.
*What the hell… when did he even get in here? When did THEY get in here?*
She replayed the last few moments in her head and realized something that made her skin prickle. While she was busy trading blows with this one bastard in front of her, two more had already slipped inside the room. She hadn't heard a single step. Not a breath. Nothing.
Her attention had been so locked on her own fight that the whole world around her went dark.
That was fine against one enemy.
Against a pack? It was how people died.
Her gaze dropped further—and then she saw it.
Under Cutie's foot, pinned to the floor like trash, was a hyena‑looking beastman. Human form, but there was no mistaking it. The greasy hair, the stretched grin, the beady eyes that still twitched even half‑conscious. No matter how much a beastman changed shapes, some things didn't wash off.
You look at a hyena's face once, you know.
