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A deep gash appeared on Ulrik’s shoulder as a bone blade sliced through his flesh, silver–blue blood dripping down his wolf–like arm.
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His battle–honed instincts from the Capital Guard barely saved him from a fatal blow, forcing him to stagger back. Despite the blood staining half his clothes, hisshifted arm firmly gripped his bone sword.
He attempted to lure the assassins into the open courtyard, but they remained fixated on the door.
Clearly, their sole target was Velda.
Three intruders slammed against the door, and Ulrik, already strained against one, heard the sound of his bone claws colliding with their blades, his breathing growing labored.
Gloria, witnessing this, her wolf pupils shrank in terror.
She scrambled to the corner of the porch, her jasmine pheromones faint.
The Bloodmoon Pack’s guards finally arrived, but their weapons were no match for the intruders ‘ wolfsbane–laced claws.
Soon, they collapsed, clutching bleeding wounds.
Ulrik, now bearing two wounds, remained upright, his cedar pheromones resilient.
A seasoned werewolf general forged in war, he pressed on.
Perhaps the assassins never intended to kill him. Their wolf claws could have easily slit his throat but instead swerved at the last moment, leaving bloody flesh wounds.
Their goal was to force him aside.
The commotion had reached Emerson, a civilian werewolf at city hall, who rushed over with his two sons. Their wolf–tipped ears still downy, hands trembling, they’d barely mastered self–defense.
Alpha Isaiah, accompanied by his sons Simon and Wilmot, also arrived. Horrified by the eight bodies and blood–soaked scene, they turned to flee, crying for help.
Other pack members screamed and scattered for cover.
At the shout, Rosemary and Sabrina knew intruders were near and feared for their safety.
Rosemary grabbed Sabrina’s hand and urged, “Don’t go outside! There could be intruders there too! Let’s hide in the Alpha’s villa. Its doors are reinforced with hardwood Adelaide arranged–they’re strong!”
Sabrina, abandoning thoughts of her ruby set, helped an omega support Rosemary.
Unbeknownst to them, they stumbled upon Ulrik’s desperate fight with the assassins.
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His blood–stained clothes showed his injuries.
Emerson’s group only added to the chaos, getting hurt despite their ineptitude.
Rosemary, heart in throat, scanned the scene. No sign of Velda fighting alongside Ulrik, but Gloria was cowering in a corner.
“Where’s Velda? Go fetch her now!”
Rosemary hissed, shoving an omega.
The omega bolted, while Sabrina fled to her own yard.
The window eventually shattered. The three intruders leaped inside.
Velda, alert to the slightest sound, flung the door open and dashed out as soon as they entered.
The assassin battling Ulrik promptly kicked him away and launched himself at Velda.
Velda parried but was forced back by his wolf claws, blood rising in her chest.
Regaining her balance, she sensed a surge of pheromones behind her. She sidestepped just in time to avoid a claw slicing her waist.
Ulrik, despite his resentment at her earlier hiding, leaped to her aid. Back–to–back, they fought.
The assassins, previously holding back with Ulrik, now aimed to kill Velda, their attacks ruthless.
The duo struggled, overwhelmed and bleeding.
The assassins weren’t there to linger–one dealt with Emerson’s group, while the other three aimed for Velda’s heart.
Velda, in a panic, dropped her sword and shoved Ulrik in front of her as a shield.
“No!” Rosemary and Gloria screamed in unison.
Ulrik had never expected this betrayal.
He was already injured and couldn’t break free from Velda’s grip on his arms. Helpless to defend himself, he could only watch as three attackers lunged at him, their claws aimed straight for his heart.
Time froze. Everyone was paralyzed with horror.
Rosemary couldn’t bear to watch her son die.
In that split second, a dagger flew through the air, striking the assassins‘ wrists and forcing them back.
A figure leaped down, swiftly retrieved the dagger, and with a silver flash, drove the three assassins back. Before anyone could see who it was, she engaged them in fierce hand–to–hand combat.
Her werewolf claw strikes were wild and fierce, each blow tearing through the air with ferocity.
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The assassins, forced onto the defensive, could barely retreat in time. Under her relentless assault, their once–sharp attacks lost all their edge.
Within ten seconds, all three lay defeated, their throats bearing fresh wounds, gasping for breath.
The summer night breeze tousled her hair as she stood under the porch light, slowly revealing herself to the onlookers.
“Adelaide?” Gloria, trembling with fear, barely whispered.
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