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.

the fortress structure but not the specific troop deployments. Ten of us against a fortress–it’s a David–vs–Goliath scenario. So, I ask you—those in favor of

how can you suggest that? We’re the Eugenius Scout Team-

might have survived at all costs for intelligence, but the war’s over. The Southern Border is

“Live together, die together!”

live

live

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they had traveled in disguise across border towns, braving all

was no longer the dapper Eugenius but Hutchinson

the Eugenius Scout Team, hierarchy was dissolved; all were

rescue is on for

of June eighteenth, the ten men raised tin cups

years, they’d had

luxury

whiskey was available, but they avoided it–fearing drunken slips could cost them their

when they learned of Alpha

bought whiskey on the ground and wept beneath

day, they wiped their tears and continued their perilous journey, for the Southern

the Southern Border was secured and Victor’s army retreated to guard this area, their intelligence- running

border became

had smuggled themselves into supply convoys heading to

no way to join the convoys, their

dire.