A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 416

Third Person’s POV

His heart swelled with fervor. Lance, the commander who had reclaimed the southern border, had long been recalled to the capital.

His

presence here now could only mean one thing–he had come to rescue Stokes.

Lance had also spotted them. In the darkness, he could only see pairs of eyes.

One individual’s gaze was th excitement, nearly brimming with tears.

A spark of doubt flickered in Lance’s mind as he inched closer.

Eugene removed his black mask, revealing his true face.

Though he and Lance had never fought side by side, they were no strangers to each other.

Eugene had anticipated that Lance would recognize him and flashed a grin.

However, Lance stared at the weathered, dirt–smeared face before him, certain that he had never laid eyes on this man before.

Yet, seeing the man’s grin, so broad it seemed on the verge of tears, a sudden thought struck Lance–could this be……

He clenched his fist, raised it high above his head, and repeated the motion three times.

This was the signature gesture of the werewolf warriors from Alpha Bentley’s legion.

Before every battle, the warriors of Alpha Bentley’s legion would perform this gesture, followed by three thunderous chants of “Victory!”

individuals, upon witnessing this, were moved to tears and mirrored the gesture,

of “Victory!” but

surge of warmth and his heart quickened. He silently formed the

in kind,

Lance was stunned.

had come to rescue Eugenius, whom they had assumed to be Eugene. But if this man was Eugene, then who was the one

held here, as Eugene and his

there was no time for further inquiry. Klein

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placed a hand on Eugene’s shoulder and whispered, “You stay

glistening with emotion–having Lance here significantly boosted their

darted forward like arrows

thing

was surrounded by lights. Although it was not as bright as day, it was still possible

matter how fast they were or how nimble their skills, they would eventually have to stand in

it would be like catching

plan was: Klein and Caldwell would engage the

the person, they would quickly hand them over to Tommy outside and then return to assist Klein

group, the force to

cannonball, his cedar pheromones flaring abruptly, the

a steel wall, impossible to budge with ordinary means. But his

bulged, silver–gray wolf hair emerging, knuckles cracking, five gleaming wolf claws

his claws. Each slash produced a

the thick iron plate being torn into three deep grooves, the edges

in the iron door. He raised his wolf–transformed hind leg and kicked with all

deafening “clang,” the iron door was kicked wide open, the door slab crashing into the wall and sending a shower of

vertical pupils narrowed into sharp