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

a cliff. Eugene, with a werewolf’s burst of energy, could still barely leap up, but others had to use iron hooks and

dl.

the pursuing rewolves; Lance turned to grab two people and, with an Alpha’s

were now as thin as a dying candle, yet he still forced himself

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came from afar. Lance’s vertical pupils shrank to a

his wolf legs kicking the wall, and shot out

gritted his

injured with a slowly scabbing

back, he could barely leap alone, let alone

for his back, the scaring pain unleashed his potential. His pupils split into

through the wall with the

But he didn’t catch his breath. He just stared at the fighting figures inside the

Klein

into the night.

dead or injured, Eugene had been

Search every

night, Lance

escape.

distance.

spot Caldwell had

search there right away. If they could dodge

leave.

Dragon Ash’s warrior cemetery–a

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

they’d