A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 415

Third Person’s POV

The June 18th moon hung in the deep–blue night sky, its silver light cascading like gossamer.

The stars paled in its glow.

With palms together and heads bowed, they silently prayed to the Moon Goddess, facing the direction of their homeland.

If the mission failed, they would perish here. They hoped their spirits might return home, to catch one last glimpse of their loved ones.

Their pheromones blended with the pine and frozen–earth scents of home, carrying a touch of tragic resolve.

Setting out with this resolve, every street in the border city was etched in their memory. They could navigate by scent and sound alone.

Their wolf ears twitched at the faintest sounds in the wind.

Lance and his team were already in position near the guard post. His cedar pheromones, thin as ice, suppressed the others‘ restless vibes.

They awaited the 10 p.m. shift change.

This was the time appointed. Tommy was left at the east bastion.

Along the towering wall was a platform, originally intended for snipers. But with werewolf warriors guarding it, no sniper was stationed there now.

He stayed motionless in the shadows. His pheromones quivered alertly, ready to back up at any time.

The three infiltrators held their breath, their pheromones nearly frozen as they tracked the guards‘ patrol.

In less than five minutes, the shift change would begin.

Lance’s nose twitched, detecting the guards‘ armor and sweat. He calculated the shift–change gap.

the shift began, the old guards dispersed, and the

to exchange briefings,

claws briefly emerging as he landed like

followed, their landing kicking up

pheromones dissolved into the

iron hooks on the wall pierced

glances, their wolf ears turning toward

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black night–suits and carried mixed

were quick. They scrambled along the

cedar pheromones sharpened like

Who were they?

so skilled. They had to use grappling hooks to climb the high

guarded post raised suspicions. His pupils narrowed in vigilance. His aura

would jeopardize the rescue

the dim light, tracking the

fingertips shimmered with silver–gray wolf claws, ready

was up–they had to move before

the three hidden figures. Though not

pheromones bristled with confusion and

newcomers moved swiftly toward the same destination, pausing

be here to rescue someone

wolf ears trembled, straining to catch any

But it seemed unlikely.

out of contact, they knew the new commander