A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 48

Third Person’s POV

Victor had long held a grudge against him, but over the past three years of attritional warfare, his team had suffered seventy percent casualties. They now relied on chewing ice grass roots to stanch bleeding, lacking even healing potions.

Without the Western Tribes‘ aid, Frostbite and Darkclaw Towns would eventually fall.

“Enough yapping!” Victor crushed the Frostwolf horn at his waist with his wolf claw. “Aim the crossbows at the one wielding the gilt blade–take out Alpha Lance, and his wolves will scramble like headless direwolves!”

War drums thundered as Alpha Lance’s undermanned force of two hundred thousand clashed with the enemy’s four hundred thousand.

The moment drums shattered the morning mist, battleflags and totems collided.

Adelaide trusted Lance’s gambit and focused on securing food and supplies to prevent the enemy from burning them on retreat

Halbert’s wolf claw slapped the frost–coated ground, his fang necklace clinking as he ran. “Three miles to go! That brine cellar reeks sweeter than Paisley’s mithril dagger!”

“Save your strength for fighting!” Adelaide’s wolf ears caught distant war cries. Her silver spear spun, “After we seize the food stores, you can each have half a strip of jerky–but first, anyone who stops is a coward!”

They reached the supply depot before dawn.

Adelaide’s silver spear punched through the iron door. The Dragon Ash guards barely had time to lift their warhammers before her blade slit their throats.

Warm blood spattered her goggles, but she grinned, fangs bared.

Her mentor’s words echoed, “Strike the carotid–encimy drops in ten heartbeats” Her spes moved so fast, enemies‘ hearts stopped on the third beat.

H

now

kicked aside a Dragon Ash wolf, her spear tip lifting a rock-hard slab of deer meat. “Halbert! Smash open the brine cellar–I want every wolf pup on the battlefield gnawing

laughter was

approaching hoofbeats.

were after it

forces food depot, dispatched twenty thousand

them,

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Chapter 48

two hours of grueling combat, most foes were slain, the rest

fought with every ounce of strength to eliminate

they collapsed, gasping for

streamed down their faces, freezing quickly in the bitter

battle

on his lashes, “Do we just

ordered us to secure the food depot–that’s where we stay,”

by two wounds. Though not bleeding, the cold and sticky sensation was

her team–tattered armor, a sorry sight

“Everyone alright?” she asked.

his head, too

them–enemies and comrades alike–leaving

enemy launched another assault, Adelaide leaped up,

fierce battle ensued, leaving only carnage and

depot were defeated, with no more