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.

to retreat step by step

energy, could still barely leap up, but

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exchanged a glance. Klein stayed alone to deal with the pursuing rewolves; Lance turned

were now as thin as a dying

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afar. Lance’s vertical pupils shrank to a need point, and his

grabbed one person in each hand, his wolf legs kicking the wall, and shot out with the

Eugene gritted his

with a slowly scabbing someone

he could barely leap alone, let alone

when an enemy’s claw reached for his back, the scaring pain unleashed his potential. His

the wall

old scab and new–seeped out. But he didn’t catch his breath. He just stared at the fighting figures inside the

two with Klein covering their retreat. The group

into the night.

and carnage. His men were either dead or

in fury, “Chase! Search every

night, Lance

escape.

with his injured back, collapsed after running a short distance. Lance pulled him up and applied

safe spot Caldwell had chosen

search there right away. If they could dodge the

leave.

Dragon Ash’s warrior cemetery–a place Caldwell

prairie without leaving the city. From there, a path led straight to

there, they’d