Only One hundred and Two!!! Beastra was dumfounded. Disappointed. 102!! That’s pathetic. That’s insanely unromantic. Uncaring. Un… Un… worlds failed him. As he saw his fellow Beastmates grinning broadly, showing off their sharp canines, he couldn’t help but wonder if she really loved him.
The numbers kept increasing as one by one his friends started receiving Beast–Mails and when Beaststone announced his four figure number, Beastra’s little heart sank in gloom and hurt.
The College of Ferocious Females, where Beasty, Beastra’s girlfriend, studied, had a surprise test on “Devilious ways to get rid of Boyfriend Snatcher”. Beasty could come up with only a hundred two points. She knew this would break Beastra, but she couldn’t help it. Her flirtatious heart kept fluttering over the invigilator, a Beast-Brawl Champion, though she very well knew that no one could beat Beastra in Beastliness.
“Steal the new girl’s best horn-rings or tail-klets”
Sheeeshhh she is acting like a wretched Princess of Pityland. A disgrace to the whole Beast-female community and that son of a Beast … Beastra’s eyes burned like ember.