The Beast King had made an agreement with the humans—every so often, they’d send a group of beastmen, each with different skills, for the humans to choose from as servants.
In my last life, I had carefully picked a tiger beastman. But when my brother threw me into the Beast Den, that tiger didn’t even try to save me. He just stood by and watched me die, all because I was a half-beast born of a beast and a human, a disgrace in his eyes.
He told me I wasn’t worthy to be his master. I didn’t realize it then, but the one he’d always wanted to protect was my half-sister, Maisie Roffe.
And now here I was, back on the day we were choosing our beast servants.
“Come on, Claudia. Hurry up and pick one!”
Maisie’s sugary voice was sharp as a needle in my ear.
I shut my eyes for a second and forced those bloody memories out of my mind.
“What’s the rush? Choosing a beast servant is serious business. You can’t just do it on a whim,” I replied coldly, my eyes scanning the line of beastmen in front of me.
Blair, the tiger that had abandoned me in my past life, stood among them, looking tall and muscular. The moment our eyes met, he quickly looked away.
