The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 347

Chapter 347: Chapter 347 Attacked From All Sides

A deep wound here could kill, or at best, leave them bleeding out and facing terrible complications. Her hands trembled as she urged them on, every word threaded with fear and fierce, desperate care.

She felt awful, knowing that she was one of the reasons these young warriors were still fighting, bleeding, and struggling to hold the line. If it weren’t for her and the other old folks, they could’ve evaded the goblins’ attacks instead of taking the blows meant for others.

But these young warriors had been trained since childhood to protect their pack above all else. That was the creed etched into their hearts, to defend, to endure, even to sacrifice their own lives if it meant keeping their people safe.

So, although they understood the elderly woman’s heartbreak, none of them could turn away. Abandoning the old and the young to be slaughtered was something no true warrior could ever do.

To the elderly woman, the sight before her was heartbreaking. These young warriors were supposed to be the future of their pack, the next generation who would rise to protect their people.

But here they were, fighting for their lives, and if they were killed now, their potential would be snuffed out before they even reached their peak or met their wolves.

The elderly could only cry and beg them not to die for their sake, their voices trembling with guilt and sorrow. Yet, rather than feeling helpless, the young warriors drew strength from their concern.

Seeing the fear and worry in the elders’ eyes only fueled their resolve to protect them no matter what.

Meanwhile, the goblins watched with twisted delight. The emotional scene before them, the young werewolves defending the weak while bleeding and trembling, was nothing short of entertainment.

They didn’t rush to kill. Instead, they toyed with their prey, driving the young warriors into corners and striking them with shallow cuts, prolonging their suffering as if it were a game.

Mary’s attention faltered for just a moment when she heard one of the young warriors cry out in pain after being stabbed in the thigh. Instinctively, she wanted to rush over and protect them, but that single second of distraction cost her.

A goblin darted in close and drove its bone knife deep into her hind leg.

"Grrr..." Mary growled through gritted teeth, the pain searing through her nerves. But she didn’t let it overwhelm her. With a swift turn, she snapped her powerful jaws toward the attacker, sinking her teeth into its neck.

The goblin screeched, thrashing in panic, but Mary only shook her head violently until she tore its head clean off.

Blood splattered across the ground as she flung the severed head back toward the horde, a wordless declaration that she wasn’t afraid, and she wasn’t backing down.

Mary knew that in her current condition, she had no capacity to support the others. If she fell now, her people would be in far greater danger later on. So she forced herself to focus; she needed to regain her strength first.

Fortunately, the pain from her wound had one advantage: it jolted her senses awake. The sharp sting coursing through her leg drove the sedative from her veins, helping her mind clear little by little.

She shook her head and bared her fangs at the goblins circling her, a low snarl rumbling from her throat. Then, she launched her counterattack, each strike measured, each movement deliberate, as she tried to carve a path out of their encirclement. She wanted to reach the others, to lend her strength to the rest of the caravan.

But she couldn’t, not yet. Turning her back now would mean death. And if she fell, her pack would only rush in to save her, throwing themselves into the enemy’s jaws. That was the last thing she could allow.

And so, Mary knew she couldn’t recklessly put her life on the line. Forcing herself to provide support in her current state would only do more harm than good. Instead, she focused on clearing the goblins surrounding her.

Through the mindlink, she called out to her pack, everyone except the coachmen, who weren’t part of it. "Everyone, hold your ground for now! I’ll push them back! Huddle together and guard each other’s backs! Don’t rush in to fight!" she commanded, her voice calm but urgent.

Right after sending the message, she lunged forward, her claws flashing. In one clean swipe, she tore through the throat of the goblin before her. The pain from the stab in her leg burned like fire, but it also sharpened her senses, pushing her to move faster. The goblins hadn’t expected her sudden burst of speed, and two of them fell from that single attack.

’At least they have some brains, enough to keep their distance instead of swarming me like mindless moths.’ Mary thought bitterly as she sank her teeth into another goblin beside her.

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