"What do you want?"
Bai Yue's voice came out flat. Angry. The kind of angry that made her forget, for a moment, that her back hurt and her feet were swelling and she was pretty sure she had yelled at Hóng Yè for no reason earlier.
Tiě Xióng, the Bear King, stood in the doorway of her hut, his massive frame blocking the moonlight. That smug, condescending smile hadn't changed one bit from the original Bai Yue's memories.
He looked her up and down. His eyes lingered on her stomach, and his smile widened.
"Well, well," he rumbled. "The rumors were true. You actually let one of them knock you up."
Bai Yue's hands curled into fists. "I asked you a question. What. Do. You. Want."
Tiě Xióng opened his mouth—
And then he was suddenly on the ground.
Not because he'd slipped. Not because he'd fallen.
Because three figures had materialized out of nowhere and slammed into him with the force of an avalanche.
