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

spear tip lifting a rock-hard slab of deer meat. “Halbert! Smash open the brine cellar–I want every wolf

was

approaching hoofbeats.

were after it

Lance’s forces food depot,

them, with her

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Chapter 48

hours of grueling combat, most foes

thousand, only a thousand remained, having fought with every ounce of strength

collapsed, gasping for

faces, freezing quickly in

from battle

Halbert panted, frost on his lashes, “Do we just stay here and

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

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

her team–tattered armor, a

“Everyone alright?” she asked.

head, too drained

them–enemies and comrades alike–leaving all five feeling sad and grief-

the enemy launched another assault, Adelaide leaped up, roaring, ‘Here they come

leaving

enemies at the food depot were