The moment he stepped through the tribe's main gate, the willpower Yan Lie had been clinging to finally shattered.
His legs gave out, and he collapsed heavily to his knees in the snow. Yet, just as he was about to fall completely, he forced his arms out to support himself, keeping Bai Wanwan held securely in his embrace.
The itch he had desperately suppressed erupted like a volcano. The moment his focus broke, he could no longer fight it.
He began to roll around on the ground, his sharp claws uncontrollably raking at his own fur. In an instant, he had torn open bloody gashes.
Bai Wanwan grabbed his claws with all her might, her heart aching. "Yan Lie, try to hang in there! Don't keep hurting yourself."
Jin Cang came down from the stone wall as well.
He looked at Bai Wanwan's family—how some were injured and others unconscious, all for the sake of his tribe.
