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.

souls trapped inside their puppet

orb of energy swirled into his palm, engraved with the Nightshade Pack's punishment sigils. He

burial grounds. The ley lines there suppress

Crystal Wolf markings flaring from his neck down his arms. His pinewood

A subsonic alpha frequency pierced the air,

immediately sprayed the lead rider with the purifying mist. The silvery fog enveloped the target, and the stitched

car, his claws tearing through the air. He slashed clean through the second rider's neck core. Dark purple drugged blood sprayed everywhere as the bike exploded

straight into the third rider's gut. Purifier spread along the edge, dissolving

tried to flee toward the

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cracked open the ground ahead in

whole by the void,

at the scorched wreckage and tightened her

That bastard Nathan.

He really sent them.

over it. That brazen, deliberate message... Who else could

The three returned to the car and drove

No more enemies appeared.

still.

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