My Beastly Fertility System Chapter 115: Hunted

Claire went cold all over the moment she heard the news. Even the joy she'd felt from gathering so many Ember Fruits vanished in an instant.

She didn't even notice when the two beastfolk left. By the time she snapped out of it, everything around her had gone dead quiet.

Too quiet. It felt eerie!

Claire suddenly sensed someone watching her. The feeling crawled up her spine.

She jumped to her feet. Not stopping to think who it was, she shifted into a fox and sprinted across the snow.

But that gaze stayed locked on her. No matter how she ran, she couldn't shake it.

It has to be Jeffrey! He's not dead. He's here to get revenge!

The more she thought about it, the more certain she became.

She didn't dare imagine how much Jeffrey must hate her now, or what kind of torture he would use once he caught her.

Running in her fox form was still too slow.

Without hesitation, Claire pulled the snowmobile out of her storage space. The little fox leaped, shifted back into human form midair, and landed on the vehicle.

Even if it meant exposing her storage space, she had no choice.

If she fell into Jeffrey's hands, it would all be over.

"I'm betting everything on this!"

She twisted the throttle, and the snowmobile roared as it shot forward.

Even at top speed, she didn't dare relax. She pushed it to the limit, racing across the snow.

Now there was a good chance Jeffrey had spotted her and was already on her trail!

She couldn't go to the eagle clan anymore.

If she did, she'd only bring disaster to them.

No one knew better than her just how strong and ruthless Jeffrey was.

But now, with the whole world open before her, where was she supposed to go?

For the first time, Claire felt truly alone and helpless. She looked around, but there was nowhere she could call safe.

Then, an idea flashed through her mind.

"Right! Jeffrey can't enter beastfolk cities. I can go there!"

She remembered one time—when she was pregnant—Jeffrey was looking for a place to stay. He'd stared at that bustling city with obvious greed, but didn't dare to set foot near it.

Now, that place seemed to be her only destination!

Once that clicked, Claire didn't hesitate for another second. She turned the snowmobile around and headed toward the city she remembered.

The gaze on her back grew hotter. She could even faintly hear running footsteps.

Jeffrey was coming!

He must have guessed where she was heading. He was getting anxious.

Claire floored the throttle. Snow sprayed everywhere, and the freezing wind sliced through her collar and sleeves like a knife.

Even as her body went numb from the cold, she could only hope to go faster. She just had to get out of Jeffrey's sight and reach the city that all rogue beastfolk feared.

As Claire's heart raced with urgency, a city appeared in the distance.

"Grimstone!"

Claire felt a surge of joy, as if she were reuniting with family. She'd made it!

She had fled over 60 miles through the freezing night. Her arms had gone completely numb. Her legs felt like they were falling apart from the bumpy ride. She was exhausted, on the verge of collapsing.

The eyes watching from behind stayed glued to her, impossible to shake off.

Almost there!

Just a few hundred more yards and she'd reach the gates of Grimstone.

Right at that moment, the snowmobile suddenly started beeping sharply.

Claire glanced down at the dashboard. The fuel indicator was flashing red. She was about to run out of gas.

"No. Out of gas!"

The snowmobile slowly came to a stop. No matter how hard she twisted the throttle, it wouldn't start.

"Damn it. I'm only a few hundred yards away!"

She had no spare gas in her storage space. The single tank that had come with the system reward had carried her this far. It was completely used up.

Claire jumped off right away and stored the snowmobile.

Even if it was out of gas, she couldn't just leave it behind.

She jumped into the snow, and it immediately swallowed her whole, burying her up to her head.

The snow here had gotten that deep!

Claire struggled to shove the snow aside with her hands, desperately trying to carve out a path.

Her whole body was swallowed by the snow. She couldn't see anything ahead—just endless white.

Relying on memory, she adjusted her direction as she moved, occasionally jumping up to check if she was still on track. Step by step, the gates of Grimstone got closer.

Behind her, she heard it. Crunch. Crunch. The sound of footsteps in the snow.

Jeffrey was still chasing her!

Claire picked up her pace. She shifted her hands into fox claws. It made digging through the snow faster, but her paws turned purple from the cold.

Her legs were trembling from exhaustion.

The crunching footsteps stayed right behind her. She didn't dare stop to catch her breath. Sweat dripped from her hair, melting tiny holes into the snow.

Still, she kept going!

Thinking about how cruel Jeffrey was—even toward his own kind and younglings... Thinking about her two beast mates and her first litter, waiting for her back at the eagle clan... Claire squeezed out every last bit of strength she had.

She couldn't collapse here!