Chapter 96

“Oh eat this.”

Looking at this dirty child sitting in the same cage with the crocodile on the other side of the bars, he turned his nose and quickly threw dry bread in front of him.

His brown eyes showed surprise.

He started moving forward. But the hands and feet were chained on both sides.

The foot wound healed.

And the one with the finger was still developing; there was no expression on his face, no pain and suffering.

In spite of the rough skin of the crocodile, he slipped and picked up the round-shaped thing lying near the bars.

The crocodile bit his hand angrily.

So he turned his neck and stared at him with anger in his brown eyes, silent.

Living here for so many years, he had become the king of every animal in this forest.

His eye gesture silenced any animal.

His owner left him here to be an animal. They were unaware that he was not an animal. He became a vulture.

A disaster over which humans, animals, no one controlled. He was not learning, he was growing, and with his age, his