Chapter 132: Chapter 132: Rivalry and Jealousy

Mia suppressed her inner anger and resentment, turning silently to leave.

Her eyes were cold, and she secretly vowed: Luna Sutton, just you wait—one day, I will make you pay the price.

She didn’t immediately leave The Wolf Tribe, deciding to wait a few days and see.

If the ointment that the witch doctor applied works and doesn’t leave unsightly scars, she won’t have to look everywhere for treatment.

If, unfortunately, it does leave scars, then she will have to leave the tribe in search of a way to heal her face.

……

Luna Sutton was unaware of what happened with Mia.

At this moment, she had already returned to the cave with Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, Kian Sterling, Zeke Veridian, and Malachi Arcanus.

Upon entering, she was stunned by the baskets full of meat strips, neatly arranged against the wall, and she twitched the corners of her mouth.

Did these men really have to be this ridiculous?

With so much meat, I’m afraid the whole tribe could eat for a month.

Luna Sutton turned to look at Corbin Crowley, her tone helpless: “Did you clear out the entire Tagren Forest of beasts?”

Corbin’s silver eyes flashed slightly, “We’re setting out for The Salt Lake tomorrow, and who knows when we’ll be back. I was afraid you’d go hungry.”

Rhys Blackwood sneered from the side: “How considerate.”

Corbin’s silver eyes chilled, and his tone turned unfriendly: “It’s better than someone doing nothing at all.”

Seeing the two of them at it again, she helplessly rubbed her forehead and quickly interrupted: “Okay, you two stop bickering. This much meat can be stored for the winter, either salted or smoked, but the cave’s a bit cramped, and it might not fit well.”

She turned to Kian Sterling and said with a wry smile: “Kian, you’re so good at overall planning, why not take them to dig a cave next door? I plan to use it as a storeroom.”

Kian Sterling twitched the corners of his mouth, “Luna Sutton, you’re treating me like a laborer.”

She raised an eyebrow slightly: “What, not willing?”

Kian Sterling’s expression stiffened slightly, feigning grievance: “Of course, I’m willing.”

He turned to Malachi Arcanus, smirking: “Malachi, we all have tasks, but you’re just idle. With your strength, digging is perfect for you.”

Malachi crossed his arms lazily and said: “I still maintain, I’m just here to eat, not work.”

Kian Sterling squinted at him with a meaningful expression: “Malachi, are you sure you won’t work?”

Malachi snorted coldly: “I won’t.”

Kian Sterling feigned regret and sighed: “That’s a pity. Luna just mentioned there will be a special dish at noon, said to greatly boost a Beastman’s Spiritual Power and maybe even help break through a bottleneck.”

Malachi’s eyes sharpened, and his crossed arms tightened slightly: “What special dish?”

Kian Sterling leaned closer with a smile and whispered: “I don’t know the specifics, but Luna said only those who help have the right to eat it.”

Malachi frowned and glanced at Luna Sutton: “Is that true?”

Luna Sutton, busy chopping meat, secretly cursed the old fox for being adept at making things up.

Thinking of the Silver Moon Tail Fish brought by Umbraflow from the bottom of the cliff, which indeed enhances spiritual power, she nodded affirmingly: “Yes, indeed there’s a special dish that benefits Beastmen, but…”

She deliberately drew out her words, giving him a glance: “You have to work first.”

Malachi hesitated, then snorted and strode towards the cave entrance: “Fine, I’m digging.”

Kian Sterling smiled contentedly, moved to Luna Sutton’s side, and said playfully: “Luna, since Malachi is so diligent, should we arrange for that Silver Moon Tail Fish at noon?”

Luna Sutton glanced at him, “You’re well-informed, even knowing about Silver Moon Tail Fish?”

Kian Sterling chuckled lightly, not hiding it: “Last night, I chatted with Finn Arcanus, who mentioned an underground river has extremely rare Silver Moon Tail Fish. He said you brought quite a few back, so I knew.”

Luna Sutton, hearing his words, secretly cursed Finn for being too talkative.

However, she didn’t refuse and promptly agreed.

The group busily worked in high spirits.

Corbin Crowley cut the meat, Rhys Blackwood washed the vegetables, Zeke Veridian lit the fire, and Malachi dug the cave next door.

Luna Sutton was in charge of cooking.

Kian Sterling assisted her, carrying water and handing spices, occasionally wiping her sweat, his attitude attentive.

Sometimes he cracked jokes that made her laugh non-stop.

Rhys Blackwood cast a cold glance at Kian Sterling, slammed a clove of garlic with a “smack,” and said in a low voice: “If you’re so free, peel some garlic.”

Kian Sterling, seeing the flying garlic, wasn’t angry and caught it with a smile.

His expression was meaningful: “Rhys, with that strength, were you planning to smash the garlic?”

Rhys Blackwood remained expressionless, his tone cold: “Better if it’s smashed, just toss it in the pot.”

Kian Sterling looked at the crushed garlic, peeled it quickly, and sighed dramatically: “Rhys, your temper isn’t great, but since it’s crushed, it indeed saves some effort.”

After speaking, he casually tossed the crushed garlic into the pot, so elegantly as if he were scattering petals.

Luna Sutton couldn’t be bothered with them, focusing on her cooking, with her spatula flying, and the fragrance was overwhelming.

The “Tomato Beef Stew” in the pot bubbled away, its rich broth making everyone’s mouth water.

Corbin Crowley noticed this, paused, his silver eyes chilling: “Fox, you’re too close to her.”

Kian Sterling glanced at Corbin Crowley, his fox-like eyes narrowing, tone playful: “Corbin, you say that as if Luna is your possession.”

He intentionally leaned closer to Luna Sutton, speaking softly: “Luna, is that so?”

Corbin’s silver eyes darkened, and the knife in his hand plunged into the cutting board with a “smack,” coldly stating: “Fox, you’re courting death.”

Luna Sutton was so startled she shivered, almost losing her spatula but catching it in time.

She knocked the spatula against the pot edge, shouting angrily: “Everyone, behave, or there’ll be no lunch for you all.”

The group instantly quieted down.

Even Malachi, in his night wolf form next door, digging vigorously, paused and glanced over.

Corbin gave a cold snort, retrieved his knife, and continued cutting meat.

But his silver eyes occasionally swept over Kian Sterling, looking disgruntled.

Kian Sterling retreated to the side with a smile, pretending as if nothing had happened.

He saw Zeke Veridian sitting by the stove, face covered with black soot, sweating profusely, twitching his lips.

He had no intention of helping wipe it off, as if he didn’t see anything, leisurely drinking tea beside him.

He was drinking chrysanthemum tea sun-dried by Luna Sutton, in an elegant manner.

Luna Sutton spotted this, silently cursing: That old fox knows how to enjoy himself.

But she said nothing, only focusing on cooking.

The fuss calmed down significantly, and no more antics occurred.

After some busy effort, the dishes were soon ready, six dishes and a soup, all in large portions, enough for several people to eat.

Tomato Beef Stew, Mushroom Stewed Cooco Chicken, Pan-fried Silver Moon Tail Fish, Stone Grilled Meat, Stewed Deer Tendons, Spicy Rabbit Heads.

Along with a large bowl of pork bone soup, its aroma filled the air, drawing everyone’s eyes eagerly.

Corbin Crowley sat down with a cold face, followed closely by Rhys Blackwood.

Kian Sterling smilingly picked up a piece of fish steak, deliberately offering it to Luna Sutton: “Luna, try this, your favorite.”

Corbin Crowley’s silver eyes chilled, and with a flick of his chopsticks, the fish steak fell to the ground with a “smack.”

Rhys Blackwood, expressionless, added: “What a waste.”

Zeke Veridian glanced coolly: “Childish!”

Then he helped himself to a piece of spicy rabbit head, stuffing it into his mouth.

Malachi observed with amusement, his gaze shifting between Corbin Crowley and Kian Sterling, a teasing smile on his lips: “The two of you vying for attention is more fragrant than this grilled meat.”

He casually picked up a piece of stone-grilled meat, took a bite, and teased: “Shall I clear a spot for you two to fight it out?”

Luna Sutton rolled her eyes, grabbed a piece of beef, stuffed it into her mouth, and mumbled: “Alright, eat up. Afterward, I need to organize the tribe’s females to weave baskets so as to have more before you all leave for The Salt Lake tomorrow.”

Understanding she had tasks in the afternoon, the group wisely shut their mouths, focusing on their meals, as if the chaotic scene never happened.

Luna Sutton, seeing them quiet down, felt a sense of relief.

These five beast husbands each were not easy to deal with, and together, it was simply chaos.

She secretly rejoiced at her quick thinking, otherwise, this meal would have been anything but peaceful.

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