The sun was leaning westward, and the outline of the Elephant Clan's tribe faintly appeared on the distant horizon.
From afar, she saw a gathering of around ten tall and burly males at the entrance.
Seraphina Caldwell's fingertips suddenly clutched at the fur on Kaelan Hawthorne's neck.
She was just about to turn over and get off, when Kaelan gently shook his body.
"Don't come down. There are too many people, and it's too dangerous to go alone. I'll take you closer safely."
What he said made sense.
So many people surrounding the entrance, looking imposing.
If she rushed over rashly, not only wouldn't she be able to save anyone, but she might also put herself in danger.
Impulse achieves nothing, only invites disaster.
She murmured an acknowledgment.
But her grip tightened further.
The next second, Kaelan suddenly exerted force, charging directly towards the entrance of the tribe.
Kaelan knew better than anyone how anxious Seraphina was at this moment.
