A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 432

Third Person’s POV

Lance let Tommy drive the modified jeep and stayed by Marsh’s side.

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Even as Marsh slipped into unconsciousness, his neck glands pale from blood loss, Lance gently cradled his hand with his warm palm. His white musk pheromones seeped into Marsh’s cold skin like warm water.

In a soothing tone, he described the rejuvenating Southern Border plains and the amusing antics of his pups learning to hunt. The calming elements in his voice, like moon grass sap, softened the tension.

When he mentioned Marsh’s mate was on her way, a faint tenderness laced his white musk. “She’ll be here soon. You’ll embrace under the full moon.”

At these words, Marsh’s chaotic pheromones steadied, his labored breathing syncing with Lance’s voice.

Occasionally, he’d struggle to open his eyes, the white film over his wolf pupils thinning slightly, a flicker of hope–a desire for reunion–lighting his gaze.

This injured werewolf warrior, relying purely on the indomitable resilience deep within his wolf spirit, clung stubbornly to his last breath.

It was the warrior’s obsession with life and reunion that, like a candle flickering in the wind, burned obstinately under Lance’s pheromone reassurance.

As they neared Frostbite Town–sixty to seventy miles remained–the group was forced to halt.

shallow and irregular, his

at Lance with resignation. “I’ve done all I can.

Team

Marsh–his emaciated, scarred figure was

turned to Klein,

our last option. If you channel your wolf energy to stabilize his vitals, if we don’t reach Frostbite Town within an hour–whether we make it or not,

in his gaze. “I know. Even if we reach the medical station and Digby arrives, if he has no other solutions, the outcome

an hour is risky. His body might not withstand

Silence fell.

from smooth. The Southern Border, scarred by war, was riddled with potholes.

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slow speeds, the journey was perilous.

the vehicle overturned, Marsh would

proceed with this

people lie in the vehicle, cushioned by soft pads. Marsh can rest atop them. Those below

forward, volunteering, “Let me lie at the

the crowd–some injured, others exhausted–and pulled Tommy aside, saying, “We’ll

can do it…” others

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