Xin Yi's eyes snapped open.
For a terrifying half-second, she didn't know where she was. The ceiling above her was wrong—not the woven grass of the lion camp, not the smooth stone of the wolf fortress, not the timber beams of the Neutral Zone. Just... leaves. And sky. And a truly alarming amount of golden fur pressed against her face.
She was pinned.
Completely, utterly, helplessly pinned.
On her left, Hei Yan had somehow wrapped himself around her arm like a very muscular, very warm koala. His panther ears twitched in his sleep, and he was making a soft, rumbling sound that was definitely not a purr because panthers didn't purr. Definitely not.
On her right, Jin Xuan had sprawled out like a starfish, one massive leg thrown over both Xin Yi and half of the hyena pile. His mouth was open. He was drooling. The drool was pooling on Xin Yi's shoulder.
