A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 76

Third Person’s POV

The Western Tribes‘ werewolves were overwhelming, but Velda fought fiercely.

Her arms underwent wolf–shift, wolf hair–covered claws tore through leather wrist guards and elongated. Ten glinting nails left frosty trails in the air.

Her vertical pupils shrank to arctic–crevice slits. A horizontal slash of her left claw shattered three warriors shields.

Glancing around, she saw more Western Tribes‘ wolves surging like a tide.

These wolves hadn’t joined the earlier battle but had lain in wait for her.

It was then that she realized she’d fallen into a trap, the same kind she’d used before to gain the upper hand,

Her wolf snarled wearily in her mind.

Velda and Brock were strong fighters, but her team couldn’t hold out against the Western Tribes‘ relentless assault.

Each of her warriors fell, one by one, in a pool of blood.

The enemies were elite fighters. They wielded their wolf claws with deadly precision, striking at throats without hesitation. Their ruthlessness revealed them as a crack force.

Fear gripped Velda.

She wanted to flee, but her path was blocked by the Western Tribe’s soldiers.

The enemy formed a semicircle around her, some armed, others with bare claws.

Though they didn’t attack immediately, they cut off her retreat.

grew feeble

Western Tribes‘ warrior swung a long

a nearby teammate and used

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and was struck in the head and face

her, eyes wide

Bloodscar Border and shared the glory. Velda

shoved him toward the enemy

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Chapter 76

fully shift to

Western Tribes‘ wolves anticipated

when she leaped, only to step on an

shot

back

her. Instead,

knew they wanted her

strength, hoping Ulrik would

when she chased the enemies–maybe

her if she held

the

ability, her

her.

no time, she

the pain was so intense that she almost lost the

the blink of an eye, two long knives were held to her neck, and the weapon in her hand was