A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 414

Third Person’s POV

It all hinged on whether Tad could stall at the negotiation site. If he adopted an ambiguous stance to buy time, he could keep Victor at the table. That would delay Victor’s return until the day after tomorrow, giving the rescue mission a more lenient timeframe.

Caldwell had devised the rescue plan: one person would wait outside while three others stormed the fortress.

Tommy was assigned to the support role, with the operation set for 6 p.m. tonight–the guard shift change.

Though the three were formidable werewolves, infiltrating the heavily guarded fortress and rescuing someone from the underground prison was daunting.

However, Lance and Klein had previously scouted the area several times by night.

While they hadn’t reached the prison, they had familiarized themselves with the layout and guard patterns, offering a glimmer of hope.

Meanwhile, in a riverside wooden hut near Bell River, ten individuals sat in a circle.

Bearded and dressed as fishermen, they blended in with the locals.

They sat on the ground around a low table, with a blueprint spread out on it.

The blueprint was hard–earned; they had kidnapped a craftsman who had worked on the military fortress and forced him to draw it.

Though the builder lacked original plans, his memory–based sketch was a start.

The craftsman was currently detained in a room, to be freed once the rescue was over.

“Tomorrow evening may be our last chance, one man said gravely, pointing to the blueprint.

us against a fortress–it’s a David–vs–Goliath scenario. So, I ask you—those in favor of the rescue, raise

left frowned. “Mr. Hutchinson, how can you suggest

The Southern Border is reclaimed. We can’t leave a comrade to be humiliated here. We stand or

“Live together, die together!”

Eleven of us–we live or die

live

was moved

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the years, they had traveled in disguise across border towns, braving

was no longer the

Eugenius Scout Team, hierarchy was dissolved; all were equals with one shared goal-

slammed the table. “Alright, the rescue is on for tomorrow

the evening of June eighteenth, the ten

had

luxury they couldn’t

they avoided it–fearing drunken slips could

except once, when they learned of Alpha Bentley

the bought whiskey on the ground and

The next day, they wiped their tears and continued their perilous

Victor’s army retreated to guard

border became nearly

smuggled themselves into supply convoys heading

need for intelligence and no way to join the

dire.