A Female Alpha’s Revenge

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.

Seeing Lance’s all–out effort, Klein led everyone to retreat step by step to the wall platform.

The wall stood tall like a cliff. Eugene, with a werewolf’s burst of energy, could still barely leap up, but others had to use iron hooks and ropes to climb.

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Lance and Klein exchanged a glance. Klein stayed alone to deal with the pursuing rewolves; Lance turned to grab two people and, with an Alpha’s brute strength, threw them over L

Each throw was accompanied by bone–cracking sounds. His pheromones were now as thin as a dying candle, yet he still forced himself to muster strength.

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After sending three people across, a howl came from afar. Lance’s vertical pupils shrank to a need point, and his pine pheromones turned as sharp as ice picks. “Victor’s back!”

Ignoring his drained energy, he grabbed one person in each hand, his wolf legs kicking the wall, and shot out with the two.

Seeing this, Eugene gritted his teeth and summoned his strength.

Already injured with a slowly scabbing someone else.

ound on his back, he could barely leap alone, let alone with

But when an enemy’s claw reached for his back, the scaring pain unleashed his potential. His pupils split into blood–red vertical lines, and he

crashed through the wall with the person

When he landed, blood from Eugene’s back–both old scab and new–seeped out. But he didn’t catch his breath. He just stared at the fighting figures inside the wall.

Three people remained. Lance took two with Klein covering their retreat. The group quickly vanished

into the night.

Victor burst in, greeted by blood and carnage. His men were either dead or injured, Eugene had been rescued, and there was no sign of Lance.

He roared in fury, “Chase! Search every corner of the city!” noveldrama

Under the cover of night, Lance led the group in

escape.

Eugene, with his injured back, collapsed after running a short distance. Lance pulled him up and applied first–aid to stop the bleeding.

They had to reach the safe spot Caldwell had chosen and rendezvous with Tommy.

Victor wouldn’t think to search there right away. If they could dodge the city–wide manhunt, they could

leave.

An hour later, they arrived at the Dragon Ash’s warrior cemetery–a place Caldwell had carefully selected.

The cemetery, backed by mountains, allowed access to the prairie without leaving the city. From there, a path led straight to the mountain where Solanke had captured Velda.

Once there, they’d be safe.

Another reason was that Victor wouldn’t think to look here, and no one would dare search the martyr’s cemetery without Victor’s orders.

The cemetery was vast, with most fallen warriors buried here. A huge monument stood at the entrance. Further in, there were a few houses for the cemetery caretaker.

The caretaker had been subdued and tied up in one of the houses, gagged and unable to cry for help. Before the rescue mission, they had already stored food and water here.

These supplies were mainly for Eugene, who was likely to be tortured. After a defeat, Dragon Ash would surely take out their frustration on them.

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Eugene’s injuries would probably be severe, and he wouldn’t be able to travel immediately.

But they hadn’t expected so many people to be with Eugene, so the supplies weren’t enough.

When they returned to the cemetery, Tommy was already treating the unconscious wounded,

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Lance put down Eugene and immediately handed medicine and bandages to Klein and Caldwell. “Treat the wounds first.”

Eugene, with a back injury, had forced himself to run and had fainted by the time they reached the cemetery.

Lance gave him antibiotics and tore open the back of his clothes–a wound stretched from his shoulder blade to his waist, deep to the bone.

Fortunately, the emergency hemostasis had stopped the bleeding; otherwise, he would have died from blood loss.

But using the emergency measures for too long could harm him. Lance hoped the damage wasn’t too

severe.

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