A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 415

Chapter 415

Third Person’s POV

The June 18th moon hung in the deep–blue night sky, its silver light cascading like gossamer.

The stars paled in its glow.

With palms together and heads bowed, they silently prayed to the Moon Goddess, facing the direction of their homeland.

If the mission failed, they would perish here. They hoped their spirits might return home, to catch one last glimpse of their loved ones.

Their pheromones blended with the pine and frozen–earth scents of home, carrying a touch of tragic resolve.

Setting out with this resolve, every street in the border city was etched in their memory. They could navigate by scent and sound alone.

Their wolf ears twitched at the faintest sounds in the wind.

Lance and his team were already in position near the guard post. His cedar pheromones, thin as ice, suppressed the others‘ restless vibes.

They awaited the 10 p.m. shift change.

This was the time appointed. Tommy was left at the east bastion.

Along the towering wall was a platform, originally intended for snipers. But with werewolf warriors guarding it, no sniper was stationed there now.

He stayed motionless in the shadows. His pheromones quivered alertly, ready to back up at any time.

The three infiltrators held their breath, their pheromones nearly frozen as they tracked the guards‘ patrol.

In less than five minutes, the shift change would begin.

Lance’s nose twitched, detecting the guards‘ armor and sweat. He calculated the shift–change gap.

As the shift began, the old guards dispersed, and the new ones arrived.

They clustered to exchange briefings, leaving patrols momentarily suspended.

Klein scaled the wall first, his wolf claws briefly emerging as he landed like a leopard, soundlessly.

Lance and Caldwell followed, their landing kicking up dust in the corner.

Their pheromones dissolved into the shadows.

But then, the sharp sound of iron hooks on the wall pierced the silence,

The three exchanged shocked glances, their wolf ears turning toward the wall–heads were cautiously

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popping up, scaling the wall before disappearing again.

These newcomers wore black night–suits and carried mixed pheromones.

Their movements, though not graceful, were quick. They scrambled along the wall.

Lance’s cedar pheromones sharpened like blades.

Who were they?

And they seemed to be not so skilled. They had to use grappling hooks to climb the high wall. What kind of people could they be?

Their midnight intrusion into the guarded post raised suspicions. His pupils narrowed in vigilance. His aura expanded silently, warning his team to stay alert.

Any noise would jeopardize the rescue mission.

Hidden in the shadows, their wolf eyes expanded in the dim light, tracking the newcomers‘ swift approach. They couldn’t warn them.

Lance’s fingertips shimmered with silver–gray wolf claws, ready for action.

Time was up–they had to move before the shift change ended.

Eugenius and the others also spotted the three hidden figures. Though not fully concealed, their features were indistinct.

Their pheromones bristled with confusion and caution.

The newcomers moved swiftly toward the same destination, pausing the group in uncertainty.

Could they be here to rescue someone too?

Their wolf ears trembled, straining to catch any scent.

But it seemed unlikely.

Though out of contact, they knew the new commander was Tad.

Eugene knew Tad well–he was his mate’s brother, a strategist but not a warrior.

Arrogant and pragmatic, he’d always choose the easiest way.

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