The front gates seemed to have split open. Both men and women under Su Lang's command appeared inside the village out of thin air.
Xie Qiang had already abandoned his human form. The gigantic wolf stood between the intruders and the curiously apathetic Meng HanShuang.
Wary glances were shot at the creature, but his people didn't dare question the young prince of their clan. Instead, each stood silently to the side, waiting for their leader.
Su Lang appeared last, a dark, imposing figure against the setting sun. His dark eyes brushed over the bustling village and Meng HanShuang before they fell on his son.
Two unyielding gazes clashed. Su Lang's eyes thinned unnoticeably, but it was enough to make Xie Qiang hunch his shoulders and snarl deep within his throat. The number of people forming a threat to Meng HanShuang turned the edges of his world red, the need to protect making his limbs stiff.
