While the tribe leader was at the front, Su Qinglan was at the very back of the line. She was clutching Stove and keeping her eyes on everything.
Her husbands...Hu Yan, Xuan Long, Rong Ye, Han Jue, and Shi Feng...stayed with her, forming a wall of muscle behind the fleeing people.
Su Qinglan had insisted on being at the end. She had a gut feeling that if the attack came, it wouldn't come from the front.
It would come from behind, like a predator chasing down the weak. If they were at the back, they could at least act as a shield to buy the others time.
Su Qinglan looked over at Lan Yue, who was riding beside her. Her heart filled with heartache.
Lan Yue's stomach was huge; she was heavily pregnant and looked exhausted. She was only a few days away from giving birth.
Su Qinglan felt a surge of worry. Lan Yue was a mermaid. She needed water...specifically the sea...to give birth safely and comfortably.
