Ling Hong rushed back to the tribe. The wooden cabin's door was ajar, and the disgusting scent of a Snake Beast lingered in the air.
In the desolate night, the Silver Wolf let out a furious roar. With bloodshot eyes, he slammed his body directly into the wooden door, bursting it open.
Unable to stop his momentum, he nearly stepped on the little female sleeping soundly on the hay pile.
He quickly lifted his paw, holding it frozen in mid-air before slowly lowering it to the ground.
"Awooo?" The Silver Wolf lowered his head slightly and blinked, seemingly still not having recovered from the shock.
The repulsive scent of a male from the Snake Clan filled the house, a clear sign that the male Snake Clan Beastman had been there.
'Why... why didn't he take An Jin?'
Ling Hong couldn't understand it at all; it felt like he was in a dream.
