Fell for the Alpha-less Queen

Chapter 435 The Dead Do Not Lie Still

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Landon pulled Tessa tightly into his arms, his pinewood pheromones forming an invisible barrier inside the car, blocking the overwhelming stench of rotting flesh.

"Don't worry. As long as I'm here, I won't let anyone hurt you." He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Silent wolf claws shimmered into view across his palm, vanishing again-ready to strike at a moment's notice.

Tessa nodded, her gaze icy and fixed on the incoming riders. Her back straightened, muscles coiling-every part of her body shifting into battle mode.

Suddenly, the lead rider flung out a hooked claw bound by silver chain. Runes glowed faintly along its links. The chain sliced clean through the car's bulletproof glass, aiming directly for Landon.

He shifted just in time, dodging the attack. His pheromones manifested a spectral wolf's head, which snapped the chain apart with its jaws.

But beneath the attacker's torn cloak, his exposed chest showed grotesque stitch marks-his body crudely sewn together from the limbs of other werewolves.

"They're fleshbinds," Tessa said coldly. "Living puppets stitched together using the forbidden werewolf ritual 'Blood and Bone Reclamation.""

Nathaniel's face darkened. He pulled out a vial of purifying spray-a silvery liquid distilled from moon tide ore, designed specifically to counter dark werewolf magic.

"These freaks have three core points. You have to destroy all three to kill them for good. What the hell is this attack even about?"

Before he could finish, the riders all let out fractured howls-warped, broken cries laced with the sobs of human agony.

trapped inside their

Nightshade Pack's punishment sigils. He launched it at the lead rider, blasting the

City's burial grounds. The ley lines there

growled low, the Obsidian Crystal Wolf markings flaring from his neck down his arms. His pinewood -scent exploded outward in a

silver wolf whistle. A subsonic alpha frequency pierced the air, striking the riders' eardrums

the lead rider with the purifying mist. The silvery fog enveloped the target, and the stitched core on its chest began to sizzle and smoke.

the second rider's neck core. Dark purple drugged blood sprayed everywhere as the bike

followed close, driving his silver blade straight into the third rider's gut. Purifier spread along the edge, dissolving the puppet

turned and tried to flee toward

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scoffed coldly. Activating Flex's space-rift ability, he cracked open the

were swallowed whole by the void,

the scorched

That bastard Nathan.

He really sent them.

could feel it-this attack had his name written all over it. That brazen, deliberate message... Who else could it have

three returned to the

No more enemies appeared.

still.

arrived back at the villa, everything