A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 76

Chapter 76

Third Person’s POV

The Western Tribes‘ werewolves were overwhelming, but Velda fought fiercely.

Her arms underwent wolf–shift, wolf hair–covered claws tore through leather wrist guards and elongated. Ten glinting nails left frosty trails in the air.

Her vertical pupils shrank to arctic–crevice slits. A horizontal slash of her left claw shattered three warriors shields.

Glancing around, she saw more Western Tribes‘ wolves surging like a tide.

These wolves hadn’t joined the earlier battle but had lain in wait for her.

It was then that she realized she’d fallen into a trap, the same kind she’d used before to gain the upper hand,

Her wolf snarled wearily in her mind.

Velda and Brock were strong fighters, but her team couldn’t hold out against the Western Tribes‘ relentless assault.

Each of her warriors fell, one by one, in a pool of blood.

The enemies were elite fighters. They wielded their wolf claws with deadly precision, striking at throats without hesitation. Their ruthlessness revealed them as a crack force.

Fear gripped Velda.

She wanted to flee, but her path was blocked by the Western Tribe’s soldiers.

The enemy formed a semicircle around her, some armed, others with bare claws.

Though they didn’t attack immediately, they cut off her retreat.

Velda’s strikes grew feeble with fear.

A Western Tribes‘ warrior swung a long knife at her arm.

In panic, she grabbed a nearby teammate and used him as a shield.

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He couldn’t dodge in time and was struck in the head and face by the blade, with blood gushing out instantly.

He turned to her, eyes wide with betrayal.

They had fought side by side at Bloodscar Border and shared the glory. Velda had once vowed to stand with them through thick and thin, but now…

Velda shoved him toward the enemy and ran.

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Chapter 76

She tried to fully shift to escape.

But the Western Tribes‘ wolves anticipated this, raising their claws.

Velda’s legs had only partially shifted when she leaped, only to step on an enemy’s claw.

Agonizing pain shot through her.

She collapsed, her legs snapping back to human form, blood pouring out.

The Western Tribes‘ wolves didn’t attack her. Instead, they formed a wall to block her escape.

Velda knew they wanted her alive.

She resisted with all her strength, hoping Ulrik would come for her.

He had shouted a warning when she chased the enemies–maybe he knew it was a trap.

Surely, he’d save her if she held on.

But against the Western Tribes‘ ferus

assault, despite her healing ability, her numerous wounds slowed

her.

In no time, she was covered in scratches.

Though just superficial wounds and she had a strong self–healing ability, the pain was so intense that she almost lost the will to fight back.

In the blink of an eye, two long knives were held to her neck, and the weapon in her hand was knocked to the ground.

She watched helplessly as her teammates fell, their blood reddening the ground.

“Brock, save me!” she cried.

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