Raising Beast Cubs to Find a Husband novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167: The Song of the Abyss

The moment the Boss’s corrupted fingers brushed the Heart of the Tide, the garden screamed.

It wasn’t a sound. It was a metaphysical shriek. The connection between Primrose and the Heart—which was still downloading the Blue Tail—glitched violently.

"Agh!" Primrose gasped.

The blue light surrounding her turned jagged and erratic. Instead of absorbing the water mana, she was drowning in it. Frost raced up her arms, turning her skin to ice. The cold was absolute. It was the cold of a starless void.

"No!" Caspian roared, lunging at the Boss.

The Boss backhanded him with a wave of Void energy. Caspian flew backward, crashing into a cherry blossom tree.

"The Heart is too volatile," the Boss laughed, his hand blackening as he tried to pry the sphere from Ophelia’s chest. "If I can’t control it, I’ll shatter it! I’ll drink the pieces!"

Primrose fell to her knees. She couldn’t move. She was freezing solid.

The resonance is broken, Ophelia’s projection flickered, looking terrified. She cannot contain the Ocean’s sorrow alone. She needs an anchor!

Suddenly, the roof of the dimension—which was already cracked by the Boss’s earlier attack—exploded inward.

CRASH.

The Abyssal Hunter, trailing smoke and water, smashed through the barrier. Jax slammed the Dragon-Skull ship onto the grass, carving a deep trench through the flowers before coming to a halt inches from the pond.

"I stuck the landing!" Jax yelled, kicking the hatch open. "Everybody out!"

The hatch blew open.

It wasn’t just the kids. The Warlords—Rajah, Rurik, Cassian, and Lucien—who had been fighting the Kraken outside, had hitched a ride on the ship’s hull during the breach. They rolled onto the grass, weapons drawn, looking wet, angry, and ready to kill.

"You attacked my wife," Rurik growled, shaking water from his fur. "That’s a paddlin’."

"Get the Boss!" Rajah ordered, his sword igniting with blue fire.

But before they could move, the Boss snapped his fingers.

"Annoying pests."

The black sludge he had poured into the garden rose up. It formed an army of Shadow-Clones, blocking the Warlords from reaching the island.

"Primrose!" Luna screamed, running out of the ship with Clover. "She’s turning into an ice sculpture!"

Primrose couldn’t hear them. She was lost in the cold. Her heart was slowing down. The Blue Tail was killing her.

Ophelia’s ghost looked at the Warlords and the Children. Her eyes widened.

The Founders, Ophelia whispered. They are all here.

She looked at Primrose.

Little Fox! You do not need to bear the weight alone! Call upon the Pack! The Blood of the First Kings remembers the Oath!

Primrose, half-frozen, looked up. She saw the kids.

She didn’t see toddlers. She saw potential.

A massive Shadow-Beast lunged at Arjun.

Rajah moved to intercept, but he didn’t need to.

Arjun didn’t flinch. The Tiger Cub planted his feet. He took a deep breath, expanding his small chest.

He opened his mouth.

It wasn’t a squeak. It wasn’t a scream.

"ROAAAAAAAR!"

A visible shockwave of golden sound erupted from the boy. It was the Roar of the First King—a sound that could shatter mountains and paralyze enemies with pure primal fear.

The Shadow-Beast disintegrated instantly. The shockwave knocked the other shadows back.

Rajah stopped mid-stride. He smirked, wiping a speck of sludge off his cheek. "Good diaphragm. He’s been practicing."

Vali saw the shadows encircling the group. He saw Clover shaking.

Something clicked in the Wolf Cub’s brain. The playful puppy vanished.

Vali’s eyes turned a glowing, blood-red crimson. His messy hair stood on end. A red aura, heavy and suffocating, exploded around him.

The True Alpha Presence.

"Pack..." Vali growled, his voice distorted and deep. "Formation."

The sheer pressure of his aura forced the Shadows to their knees. They couldn’t attack. The Alpha Command overrode their programming.

Rurik laughed, blocking a stray attack with his arm. "Ha! That’s my boy! Look at that bloodlust! He’s going to be a terror in middle school!"

Jasper saw Primrose freezing. He adjusted his silk pajamas.

"This is chaotic," Jasper sighed. "I require order."

He closed his eyes. Green scales shimmered on his skin. Behind him, a massive spiritual projection of an Imugi (a Lesser Dragon) manifested. It coiled around the group, creating a barrier of wind and lightning that repelled the sludge.

Cassian adjusted his glasses, watching the spectral dragon. "Atmospheric manipulation. He finally tapped into the serpentine leylines. Efficient."

Silas walked toward the pond. The shadows tried to grab him.

Silas didn’t even look at them.

"Down," Silas whispered.

The shadows flattened into the floor, turning into a black carpet for him to walk on. He was the Heir of the Night. The darkness recognized its master.

Lucien leaned against a tree, watching his nephew command the very element the Boss was using. "He has better control than I did at his age. Terrifying."

But even with the Shadows held back, Primrose was still dying. The Water Mana was too chaotic. It needed a conductor. It needed a voice to harmonize the frequency.

Caspian struggled to stand up. "I... I have to stabilize her..."

"No, Father," a small voice said.

Caspian froze.

Orion floated out of the ship.

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