Predatory Marriage (Web Novel)

Chapter 304 – Isha (4)

Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan

Kurkans who descended from feline lineage were often small in stature. Mel complained about his hereditary disadvantages for some time.

“I wonder if Haban will be all right,” he added in a lower voice. “He might be taller than me now…”

For a moment, a rare melancholy filled his eyes, but he still spoke cheerfully.

“Hes a boy who lived next door to me,” he explained to Isha. “He wasnt just very kind, he was very strong, too. When we go back home, Ill introduce him to you.”

There was a lingering sadness in his eyes, but Mel knew there was no point in wallowing in it. No matter what the situation, he always tried to be happy. Isha had many occasions to laugh because of Mel, and the other Kurkans gravitated toward him like sunshine. Mel looked after all of them like an older brother.

“You have to keep your temper,” Mel scolded Isha one day, after one of the tamers had given him a particularly severe beating. This was funny because Isha always kept his mouth shut, no matter what the tamers did to him. “So typical.”

Mel had made bandages by tearing up old clothes, and tied them tightly over Ishas wounds.

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“It hurts,” Isha complained, his face twisting.

“I thought hed taken your tongue, too, but listen to you now.”

“I learned everything, I just dont want to listen to that bastard.”

“Geez…”

Though Isha had quickly learned the etiquette required by the tamers, he always received severe beatings for disobedience. Mel shook his head and changed the subject.

“I wish I could see the sun,” he said. “Ive been stuck in this basement so long.”

When they lived in the desert, it seemed every day they might be roasted by the sun, but in this place there was only the dim glow of the torches. Mel missed the scorching sunlight.

“When we go back home, well stay outside all day,” he said as he finished Ishas bandages.

“You wont last ten minutes before you run to the shade,” Isha laughed, thinking of those heated sands. The memories of their homeland had faded in his own memory, as if tarnished.