"It wouldn't bite. It can smell your fear, try to calm your tatas down," Tia said in my head, and a slight frown creased my brows. "Tatas?" I inquired, my hand still not anywhere close to the club's cage. "You've never heard that slang before? It means titties," Tia stated with a tinge of humour in her voice. "Now, chin up and feed it." Slowly, I extended my hand to the cage, and the cub stared intensely at me, still maintaining its lying position. The cub's eyes drifted to the meat in my hand, and slowly, it pushed itself up into a sitting position, wagging its tail. My heart I almost retracted my hand, but Tia beckoned, asking me to keep going. Slowly, it rose. My heart skipped a beat as I paused mid-action. "Calm down, he wouldn't hurt you," Tia's soft voice was like a warm caress around my heart. The cub meticulously moved closer, sniffing the meat before taking it from my hand. My anxiety dissolved, and an involuntary smile gripped the sides of my lips. "I
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