Hu Yan's paws hit the ground with full force. He was running at his absolute limit, his tiger body blurring through the trees. Su Qinglan clung to his neck, her fingers buried deep in his orange fur.
The wind was so sharp against her face that she had to squint her eyes just to see a few inches ahead.
Every second felt like an eternity. Her heart was clenching so hard it felt like it would burst.
"Hu Yan... Hu Yan, let's go back! We can't abandon them!" The words were right at the tip of her tongue.
She wanted to scream at them.
She thought of her father facing that wall of evil monsters. She thought of Han Jue, Rong Ye, and Shi Feng throwing themselves into a fight they might not survive.
How could she leave them?
But then, she felt the slight weight of the basket pressed against her chest. She looked down and saw the three pairs of innocent, wide eyes looking back at her.
The cubs were quiet, sensing the life-or-death tension.
