Love the Wolfless Power Girl at First Sight

Chapter 435 The Dead Do Not Lie Still

➜

8 Pearls

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.

their puppet

energy swirled into his palm, engraved with the Nightshade Pack’s punishment sigils. He launched it at the lead rider, blasting the motorcycle

into the Old City’s burial grounds.

his arms.

blew into his silver wolf whistle. A subsonic alpha frequency pierced

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

slashed clean through the second rider’s neck core. Dark purple drugged blood sprayed everywhere as the bike

driving his silver blade straight into the third rider’s gut. Purifier spread along

turned and tried

1/2

Thu, 12 Jun

Dead

Flex’s space–rift ability, he cracked

whole by the void,

the scorched wreckage and tightened

That bastard Nathan.

He really sent them.

written all over it. That brazen, deliberate

to the car

No more enemies appeared.

still.