Transmigrated to Raise Panther Cubs novel Chapter 141

Transmigrated to Raise Panther Cubs

Chapter 141 The Boy Who Stayed

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By the time the therian walked over, he found the two cubs curled up together on the grass, fast asleep.

A dull ache spread through Zachary’s chest, tight and heavy, as if something inside him had been stuffed too full.

The scene flickered out for a moment, turning into a gray blur, before slowly sharpening again.

The child lay on the ground, his face flushed an alarming red, clearly in distress. Matthew held him close, one hand cupping his face as he called his name in a panic, while the therian rushed over as well, his expression grave.

The child parted his lips and weakly grasped Matthew’s hand. “Matt… I–I’m okay… don’t be scared… I’ll be fine once I take my medicine…”

Matthew tightened his grip around the child’s hand. “When you get better, I’ll let you ride on my back. I’ll run with you as far as you want. Just… don’t fall asleep.”

The child forced his eyes open, his voice faint. “Matt… you’re the best… I… I miss my grandma…”

The scene cut off abruptly.

A sharp, splitting pain throbbed through Zachary’s head, like an old, rusted machine suddenly jolted back to life, grinding and screeching as it struggled to move.

He lay in darkness, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already been pulled into another place.

Corpses covered the ground–both animals and humans–blood soaking the earth beneath them, while the echoes of mournful cries lingered endlessly in the air.

Zachary saw himself–another Zachary–pushing himself up from a patch of blood–soaked grass. His forehead was smeared with dried blood, and as he looked around in confusion, sheer terror filled his eyes.

Gerald stumbled over, just as disheveled, his expression fierce as he barked at him to get up, saying that if he wanted to die, no one would stop him.

Not long after, Harper and Wesley appeared as well. They kept walking, step after step, until the scene shifted again–this time to the Black Panther Tribe.

Zachary saw Matthew–grown up now–returning from a hunt. His gaze was sharp, his presence cold, and there was still blood on his face.

Matthew’s eyes swept across the crowd before abruptly stopping. He froze in place, staring straight at a boy standing among them.

The tribe was lively, distributing food in a noisy bustle. Harper and Gerald stood with Wesley, speaking to the chief, while the shaman remained nearby. Zachary, on the other hand, sat alone in a dim corner, clutching his worn sleeve as he stared blankly ahead, as if his soul had already drifted far away.

Without warning, Matthew walked up to him and slowly crouched down. “Zachary,”

Zachary looked up, his body giving a slight tremor. He blinked in confusion before asking softly, “Do you…

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know me?”

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Matthew placed a piece of fruit into his hand. “You don’t remember? I’m Matthew. On the snowfield–you were crying by that rock.”

Zachary licked his dry, cracked lips, then shook his head. “I’m sorry… I don’t think I remember. anything.”

Matthew’s gaze dropped to the bloodstains on his forehead, his eyes darkening slightly. “Your head’s injured. How did it happen?”

“I don’t know…” Zachary’s voice was hoarse. “But it should heal soon. It doesn’t hurt that much.”

Matthew noticed that Zachary kept staring at the fruit in his hand without eating it. “Don’t like it?”

“No.” Zachary’s lashes trembled as he took a bite, murmuring, “It’s sweet… thank you…”

Matthew didn’t leave. He simply sat there quietly, watching as Zachary finished the fruit one bite at a time, then extended his hand.

“Hm?” Zachary looked puzzled.

“It’s too cold here.” Matthew took his hand and pulled him to his feet. “Aren’t you hungry?”

“I’m okay.”

Matthew led him to a fire pit, then stepped away briefly. When he returned, he had an extra beast–hide robe in his hands. “Put it on.”

Zachary’s clothes were thin, his hands and feet frozen stiff in the biting wind. He didn’t refuse. Taking it, he wrapped it around himself. “Thank you, Matthew.”

Hearing Zachary say his name seemed to put Matthew in a better mood. He tossed a few round objects into the fire.

“There’ll be some noise in a bit. Don’t be scared.”

Zachary didn’t understand what he meant, but he nodded obediently anyway.

Sure enough, the fire soon began popping–boom, boom, boom.”

Matthew noticed Zachary’s body flinch slightly. Using a stick, he pulled out the charred clucking beast eggs, peeled off the burnt shells, and handed them over.

Zachary swallowed, hesitating as he asked, “These… are for me?”

“Yeah.”

“But I don’t have anything to trade you.”

“You don’t need to.

Zachary really did seem starving. After getting Matthew’s answer, he thanked him again, then lowered his head and devoured the food.

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Matthew sat beside him, peeling the rest of the eggs and placing them on a leaf in front of him before/ bringing over a bowl of water.

At last, a bit of color returned to Zachary’s face.

Matthew asked, “Want more fruit?”

Zachary shook his head eartiestly. “I’m full now. Thank you.”

He couldn’t think of anything he had to offer in return, so after a brief hesitation, he said, “If, there’s anything you need me to do, just tell me.”

Matthew answered without thinking, “Can you stay?”

“I… don’t know…” Zachary looked troubled.

Harper approached with a pleased expression, his gaze passing over Zachary before settling on Matthew, then pulling Wesley forward beside him.

Zachary shrank slightly, as if trying to hide himself inside the beast–hide robe.

“Zachary, why are you here?”

“I-” Zachary had just begun to speak when Matthew stepped in front of him, his gaze sweeping over Harper and Wesley as his expression suddenly darkened. “I brought him here.”

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