When Ophelia and Tyler returned to the Golden Dragon Clan with twenty-one head of prey, they noticed an unusual atmosphere in the tribe.
She shot Tyler a bewildered look, but he was just as confused.
"Tyler, what took you so long?" A male rushed over hurriedly, the golden bangs on his forehead drenched in sweat.
"Lasa, what happened?" Tyler asked.
Ophelia's beautiful eyes shifted as she recognized the male before them. It was the same Golden Dragon Clan male who had been chatting with Tyler earlier.
Lasa glanced at Ophelia and hesitated, the words dying on his tongue.
"There is nothing the princess can't hear. Speak."
Lasa gritted his teeth. "Clan Leader Klein of the southern White Tiger Clan is here. He says he wants a marriage alliance with our Golden Dragon Clan. I heard the Clan Leader and Young Clan Leader want the princess to..."
The implication was clear.
Tyler pursed his lips, lowering his head as all the light seemed to drain from him.
