The people of the tiger tribe discussed it and decided to find her ten male beastman mates.
Put nicely, they were mates, but in truth, they were treating her as a breeding tool—and a free bitch at that.
Roland, who had been secretly planning her escape all along, grew even more anxious.
In the middle of the night, she risked injury to knock out the two male beastmen dozing by the entrance, then fled the tribe in a panic and escaped into the woods.
The tiger tribe's patrol was alerted and immediately gave chase.
Just as Roland was stumbling through the dark and dangerous forest, Xize suddenly appeared from somewhere.
"Who is it?"
"It's me."
With his back to the moonlight, Xize stared coldly at the disheveled female beastman.
Roland widened her eyes and examined him carefully.
"Xize?"
Xize did not answer. Instead, he transformed into his beast form and gestured for her to climb onto his back.
Roland had never expected that, after everything, the man she had abandoned—Xize—would be the one to save her. For a moment, she was both touched and regretful.
With Xize's help, Roland finally escaped the tiger tribe after fleeing throughout the night.
The two of them stopped beside a lake.
Roland slid off his back, sprawled by the lakeshore, and gulped down a stomachful of water before finally letting out a long sigh of relief.
"Xize, thank you. And I'm sorry."
Xize silently washed his hands and drank some water without saying anything.
Roland knew he was angry with her.
The wolf tribe was different from the other tribes. Once they formed a bond, they remained absolutely loyal to their mate, unlike the tiger tribe, where a single female beastman could have several male beastman mates.
"Xize, I truly love you. It's just