Beast Tamer's Rebirth National Treasure Edition novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Chapter 37

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When the police arrived at the Ford residence, Charles’s parents insisted they didn’t know anything about what was going on.

Instead, they were visibly annoyed by the sudden visit and said haughtily, “What do you want with my son? He’s a student at Northbel University, with excellent grades and a kind heart. You must have the wrong person.”

The officer couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

They’d already confirmed that Charles had stolen the dog, but his parents were still wearing rose-colored glasses, insisting he was innocent before they’d even heard what had happened.

The officer, clearly fed up, said, “We work based on evidence. We don’t frame the innocent, and we don’t let the guilty walk free. If you hear anything about Charles, reach out to us anytime.”

With that, he left.

Charles’s parents hadn’t given them anything useful, so the police had to rely on footage from roadside cameras. Eventually, they traced Charles’s car to a village over sixty miles away, where it vanished from the

cameras.

While the police were still combing through surveillance footage, Sierra rushed to the last spot where Payton had disappeared. Before leaving, she told Vivian, “Vivian, you’ve already done so much for me. You should head home and rest. I promise, I’ll find Payton.”

Vivian knew she’d only slow Sierra down if she stayed. She nodded and said, “Once I get home, I’ll ask around and see if anyone can help. Sierra, please don’t stress yourself out.”

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Sierra drove frantically for over sixty miles, desperate to reach the last place Payton was seen.

The village was packed with houses. There had to be at least a hundred households scattered around.

Whenever Sierra so much as blinked, the memory of how Payton died in her previous life haunted her, and she didn’t dare stop for a moment. Luckily, she spotted a frog chilling out in the land.

Sierra leaned down and asked the little guy if he’d seen Payton.

The frog replied, “Oh, you mean that dog with the super annoying bark? Yeah, I saw it. A few hours ago, some people trussed it up and hauled it off to the slaughterhouse in the village.”

Sierra’s face went pale. “Where’s the slaughterhouse?” she asked, her voice trembling.

The frog replied, “Wouldn’t know. I’ve never left this paddy, much less gone into the village. But I do hear dogs howling for help all the time.”

Sierra didn’t hesitate for a second. She plunged straight into the village.

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With all those houses crammed together and a slaughterhouse trading in pet cats and dogs, anyone with half a brain could tell this place was totally illegal. No way it’d be out in the open.

Sierra figured it had to be tucked away somewhere no one would notice.

Everyone in the village pretty much knew each other, so Sierra just posed as a customer looking to buy dog meat and had no trouble getting the address of the slaughterhouse.

As soon as she got close, Sierra could hear the desperate screams of a dog coming from inside the slaughterhouse. For a split second, she almost lost her balance.

She could hear the dog crying out in pain, begging the humans not to kill it, thinking it was being punished for not being obedient enough.

Sierra’s eyes filled with tears. As the cries grew weaker, she realized she should call the police. She fumbled for her phone and dialed. Once the call connected, she quickly told the police what was happening.

After hanging up, Sierra marched straight to the front gate of the slaughterhouse. She hammered on the iron gate relentlessly, not giving it a moment’s rest.

Soon, a man’s voice, cursing up a storm, echoed from inside. He was stomping around in rubber boots, his steps thudding loudly on the ground. Then, a pair of wrinkled eyes peered out through the crack in the door, fixing Sierra with a hard stare.

It was a man who looked to be in his sixties.

Through the rusty gap, Sierra could see that the man’s clothes were smeared with caked-on brown bloodstains that looked like they’d never wash out.

Sierra stayed calm and said, “I’m from the village next door. My dad sent me over to buy some dog meat to go with his drinks.”

The rusty gate screeched as the man yanked it open, and the overpowering stench of blood smacked Sierra right in the face.

Sierra curled her fingers into a tight ball, her nerves stretched to the limit.

Just as the owner started to open the door, Sierra kicked it open with a single, forceful blow. The owner was knocked off his feet and tumbled to the ground.

The other men in the slaughterhouse threw down their blood-stained knives and came rushing out.

By now, Sierra already had the owner restrained, his hands tied behind his back. She shouted at the men charging toward her, “Nobody move!”

Sierra pulled out her phone, opened her photo album, and thrust a picture of Payton right in the man’s face. She demanded, “Have you seen this dog?”

The owner had a chubby face and big cars, with one eyebrow missing a chunk at the end. His eyes were sharp and triangular, making him look extra menacing.

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But the dangerous vibe Sierra was giving off was even scarier.

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The owner felt as if he didn’t spill everything, Sierra would take him out with her in the next second. He nodded frantically and said, “I’ll talk.”

Sierra held her phone right up to his face.

The owner studied the photo for a moment, then shook his head. He said, “No, I haven’t seen it.”

Sierra’s brows furrowed. She snapped, “Are you messing with me?”

Seeing Sierra grow angry, the owner grinned. He said, “My slaughterhouse gets at least three hundred dogs a day, sometimes even a thousand. How am I supposed to remember every single dog’s face?”

At first, the owner had been intimidated by Sierra’s fierce attitude. But then he thought to himself, ‘Seriously? Is someone really gonna risk their life for a dog?’

The owner smirked, totally unfazed. He said, “Your dog’s so fat, it probably became our meal a long time ago.”

He glanced over at the blazing stove and added, “Just today, we cooked up a big, fat one that was still lively. Maybe that’s the one you’re looking for.

“I didn’t know it was someone’s pet; people just sell them to me, and I do the job. But since you came all this way, I’ll give you the market price: eight bucks per pound…”

Before he could finish, Sierra sent a sharp kick to his backside.

The owner was about to curse her out, but when he turned around, he saw Sierra pick up the knife he’d dropped, her eyes cold and fierce as she stared him down.

The owner’s scalp tingled with fear, and he instinctively took a few steps back.

Even the other men just stood there, watching nervously. None of them dared to step forward.

The owner stammered, “S-Stay back. Killing someone is against the law.”

Sierra couldn’t hear a thing anymore. She just stood there, staring blankly at the greasy, pig-faced owner of the slaughterhouse, her mind spinning out of control.

Her gaze locked onto the pot the owner had pointed out, and she strode right over.

The slaughterhouse was massive, and everywhere Sierra turned, the air was thick with the desperate screams and pleas of cats and dogs. Rusty, cramped cages were crammed with animal after animal, each one trapped and terrified.

With lifeless eyes, they watched as their own kind were bled out, skinned, and hacked to pieces right before their eyes.

All along the walls hung pelts from all kinds of animals, different breeds and sizes, a gruesome display.

The wide concrete floor was spattered and streaked with blood, black and red, clotted and dried, some

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patches still steaming, running in every direction.

This was pure hell.

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The heavy aroma of meat filled the air, clinging to Sierra’s nose and making her stomach churn. Her face contorted with revulsion, growing paler by the second.

Her eyes

widened in shock as she spotted, right beside the boiling pot, a blood-soaked husky pelt that hadn’t even been cleaned, and severed limbs strewn about, still slick with fresh blood.

Memories from her previous life came crashing back like a tidal wave.

Back then, when she found Payton, all she saw was his broken body and chopped-off limbs.

Sierra thought, ‘When people kill other people, they might get off easy, but when they kill animals, people just look down on them for a bit, and then everyone moves on like nothing happened.

‘These people wouldn’t even face any real consequences for what they did today. They could just mumble a sorry and walk away as if nothing had ever happened.

‘Why do humans get to decide who gets to live, but animals don’t even get a say? Why do they have to end up as nothing but food on someone’s plate?’

Sierra couldn’t hold it back anymore. She spun around and threw up in the corner, retching so violently she nearly brought up her bile.

The butchers kept jeering at her, their mocking voices echoing in Sierra’s ears. Her nose prickled, and she couldn’t hold back anymore. Her tears burst forth like a broken dam, streaming down her face.

She spun around, her eyes blazing with cold fury, and stormed over to the owner in a few quick strides. She slapped him hard across the face.

The owner instinctively tried to fight back, but the moment he raised his hand, Sierra, in one swift motion and with a sudden burst of strength, flipped the nearly two-hundred-pound man onto the ground.

In a heartbeat, the jeering laughter was wiped out, gone without a trace. Everyone gaped at Sierra, stunned and terrified, like she was death incarnate come to collect their souls.

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