Chapter 186 - CP :186 You're Charging Me For Emotional Labor Fee Now?

Pebble's grin widened until it looked like it might split her face in half, all broad muzzle and gleaming teeth that caught the soft glow of the fire stone. She didn't pull away from Roar's death-grip on her wrist; instead, she let the tiny golden cub keep his hold, his miniature claws pricking just enough to leave faint pink lines across her toughened skin. His liquid-gold eyes narrowed in fierce concentration, as if he were personally conducting a full tribal inspection to decide whether this new giant bear was worthy of his attention—or at least worthy of being gnawed on like a favorite chew toy. The low rumble vibrating up her arm felt like a miniature earthquake, steady and insistent, the kind of sound that promised he would grow into something unstoppable.