A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 47

Third Person’s POV

In the military camp outside Tower City, Alpha Lance pressed his hands against the tactical table.

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His towering figure radiated a cold cedar pheromone, his wolf pupils gleaming like molten fire under the bonfire light.

“We launch the general offensive at dawn,” he said. “Capture Frostbite Town, and we secure the Western Tribes‘ supplies–food, meat, cotton clothes, bedding, and more. Their wolf warriors arrived at the southern border loaded with provisions.”

At the mention of “meat, the werewolves‘ ears perked up.

They’d long subsisted on crackers, their eyes now glowing with hunger.

Alpha Lance pointed to Frostbite Town’s west side on the map, motioning Adelaide forward. “After the city falls, lead three thousand wolves straight here. The supplies are stockpiled there.” “The Dragon Ash Kingdom and Western Tribes have many wounded. Once the city breaks, they’ll prioritize evacuating them over food,” he explained.

“Besides, there’s food in Darkclaw Town. They won’t care much. But for us, these supplies are. critical, Lance explained.

The team finally understood why Lance had targeted enemy soldiers to inflict injuries rather than fatalities in the battle.

Lance had never been one to show mercy on the battlefield.

Adelaide felt her blood boil with enthusiasm.

Food, meat, armor, cotton clothes, bedding–these were all desperately needed by Lance’s forces. Adelaide’s wolf claw traced the map. The terrain was open, perfect for a rapid assault.

“Mission accepted!” she declared.

enough? I’ll give you five, seven thousand-whatever you need,

plenty,” Adelaide said

approving howl, shaking the pine torches. “That’s the Frostfang spirit! The rest follow

the city’s defenses–twelve

Chapter 47

+B Pearls

draw their fire. You five and Abbott’s two Gammas seize

then capture the flamethrowers. Tommy’s demo team will blow the gates. The rest depends on your speed,”

he’d draw all

focus–just as her father once used a battle flag as bait to buy

about your

tougher than crocodile scales, Lance

die, you’ll carry my banner–the daughter of Alpha Bentley

the attack at midnight.

assault so soon. Crossbows fired and archers took position, but while the defenders had bonfires blazing on the battlements, Lance’s forces remained hidden in

in the open, while Lance’s wolves

four others sprinted toward the city gates. As they reached the gates, they

pierced the soldier operating a crossbow, and

golden armor

Alpha Lance scaled the

bellowed, “It’s Alpha

Lance. His golden blade spun defensively, parrying wave

wave.