A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 419

Third Person’s POV

Lance darted back into the fray like a silver–gray lightning bolt, his cedar pheromones sweeping the area with an icy aura.

He knew that rescuing one person at the cost of several would make the mission a failure.

When he reached Caldwell, his hands already partially shifted, his wolf claws gleaming against the alloy blade.

His sideways slash, charged with werewolf–like explosive force, pushed the surrounding wolves back. The clang of armor echoed as several knelt under the Alpha’s aura.

Klein was battling the enemy fiercely. His pheromones intertwined with Lance’s pine scent, creating an almost unstoppable duo.

Though Victor had taken many top warriors, over ten strong werewolves remained.

Seeing the rescue complete, Klein knew there was no need to stay. His wolf ears perked up, claws extended, and he fought back in full force.

He and Lance fought in perfect sync. Their pheromones wrapped around each other like vines, almost making them invincible.

But the enemy was just too numerous. While they could break free, others were trapped. So they had to clear each siege one by one.

Each time they saved someone, they roared, “Retreat!”

Lance knew they couldn’t stall any longer. Victor might return at any moment, and the scent of nearby werewolf warriors was already in the air.

His vertical pupils narrowed to fine lines with anxiety. His pine pheromones turned sharp and icy. He poured all his strength into his half–transformed arms.

He swung his arms to hold back several enemies. It was extremely energy–consuming.

His pheromones rippled with disorder, but he still gritted his teeth and held on–he had to buy time for his companions to escape.

Lance’s all–out effort, Klein led everyone to retreat step by step

of energy, could

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glance. Klein stayed alone to deal with the pursuing rewolves; Lance turned to grab two people and, with an

throw was accompanied by bone–cracking sounds. His pheromones were now as thin as

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pupils shrank to a need point, and his pine pheromones turned as sharp

his drained energy, he grabbed one person in each hand, his wolf legs kicking the wall,

gritted his teeth

a

back, he could

the scaring pain unleashed his potential. His pupils split into blood–red vertical lines, and

through the wall with

from Eugene’s back–both old scab and new–seeped out. But he didn’t catch his breath. He just stared at

two with Klein covering their retreat.

into the night.

blood and carnage. His men were either dead or injured,

roared in fury, “Chase! Search every

of night, Lance led the group

escape.

a short distance. Lance pulled him up and applied first–aid to stop

safe spot Caldwell had chosen and rendezvous with

to search there right away. If they could dodge the city–wide manhunt, they

leave.

at the Dragon Ash’s warrior cemetery–a place Caldwell

by mountains, allowed access to the prairie without leaving the city. From there, a path led straight to the mountain

there, they’d be