Chapter 550
Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 2
Chapter 540 Losing Again
My heart pounded mercilessly against my chest, threatening to burst free, as I bore witness to the grisly tableau unfolding before
my eyes. Zane’s treacherous de plunged deep into
Helel’s defenseless abdomen, and a gut-wrenching howl tore through the air, reverberating with both agony and the raw
transformation of Helel from a wolf into a vulnerable human form.
A surge of adrenaline surged through my veins, driving my every instinct to action. The urgency in my voice crackled as I spoke to
Ace, urgency etched across my face, ‘I can’t stay here and watch him die.’
In a swift, seamless motion, I began my transition, shedding my human guise and embracing the raw power of my weredragon self.
My muscles tensed and rippled as my form twisted and expanded, scales shimmering and wings unfurling in readiness.
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Launching forward with the fury, I unleashed the fury of my razor-sharp ws upon any wolf that dared cross my path. The
metallic tang of blood permeated the air, a testament to the violence that raged amidst our sh. Their desperate howls mingled
with the symphony of chaos, a cacophony of anguish and despair that echoed through the war-tornndscape.
With every merciless swipe, every rending tear, I fought with an unwavering resolve, my every movement a testament to the wrath
burning within me. Droplets of scarlet sprayed forth, sttering across my scales, mingling with the sweat that drenched my
scaled hide. The din of battle became a mere backdrop as I pressed onward, an embodiment of unyielding purpose.
Drawing closer to Helel, determination burned like a me within my eyes, driving me to heights of untamed fury. The force behind
my assault intensified, a primal fury channeled into each strike. In a thunderous collision, I hurled myself at Zane, unleashing a
deadly impact that shattered his grip on the dagger. The weapon tumbled from his grasp, hitting the ground with a resounding
tter, as Zane himself crumpled in defeat, his body sprawled across the earth.
With a sinking realization, I understood the dire importance of removing Helel from Zane’s reach. Though the relentless assault of
the werewolves continued unabated, I couldn’t afford to divert my attention even for a moment to retrieve the fallen dagger. Time
was of the essence.
Acting swiftly, I unsped the pendant from around my neck, knowing that removing its hold would unleash the full extent of my
dragon power. As the surge of energy coursed through me, my body underwent a profound transformation. Muscles rippled and
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bones elongated as my form expanded, majestic wings unfurling in a breathtaking disy. The sight of my imposing presence
caused the encroaching werewolves to falter, their aggression momentarily overshadowed by awe and uncertainty.
Zane’smanding voice pierced through the chaos, his tone holding a mix of authority and apprehension, “Hold your ground.
Do not attack her.”
The werewolves, reluctantly obedient to their master’s orders, withdrew, their hostile intent momentarily restrained.
Realizing the seriousness of the situation, I seized the opportunity without hesitation. There was no time to dwell on Zane’s
motivations or whaty in store for us next. With unwavering determination, I swiftly scooped up Helel, cradling him against my
scaled form, and with a powerful thrust of my mighty wings, I propelled myself upward, soaring into the boundless expanse of the
sky.
As I glided through the skies, I scanned the area, searching for a safe haven. After a few minutes, I spotted a gathering of our
people in a secure location. Carefully, I descended and
gently set Helel down on the ground. As I shifted back into my human form, Reign quickly approached to check on Helel’s well-
being.
Once we had all transformed back into our human selves, I hurried over to where Helel sat in the backseat of a nearby car. His
head leaned back against the seat, and I could see the exhaustion etched on his face. “I thought we would have been able to
ovee them,” Helel grumbled, his voice strained yet showing signs of gradual recovery.
Reign, sensing my concern as I meticulously examined Helel’s body for any injuries, leaned in closer and whispered in my ear,
“He’s going to be alright. The dagger didn’t strike his heart.”
Relieved by the reassurance, I exhaled deeply and joined Helel inside the car. Settling into the seat beside him, I couldn’t help but
voice my frustration, my words tinged with discontent.
“Something felt incredibly off about Zane’s werewolves. I mean, I vividly recall killing Jay on two separate asions, and yet there
he was, standing alongside Zane in the end.”
The chaos and confusion of the battle weighed heavily upon me, and I couldn’t help but vent my dissatisfaction, expressing my
frustration with the disarray that had unfolded during the war.
“What do you mean?” Helel inquired, his voiceced with confusion. Perhaps amidst the frenzy ofbat, he had been solely
focused on killing the werewolves, unaware of the strange urrences that transpired.
“Helel, it’s like they kept resurrecting,” I finally realized, the puzzle pieces falling into ce. It seemed that no matter how many
times we struck them down, they somehow returned, unyielding to death’s grasp.
Helel turned to Reign, seeking her insight. She stood by the roadside, contemting our revtion. “Do you think it’s possible?
Could they be using some form of magic?” Helel questioned, sounding unsure.
Reign’s response was swift and confident. “No, it’s highly unlikely. They don’t possess a seer among their ranks who could wield
such powers.”
A perplexing query nagged at the corners of my mind. “Then how can we exin the resurrection of the fallen werewolves?” I
voiced my question aloud, a sense of frustration tingeing my tone. Deep within, I sensed that the answer eluded me, teasing just
beyond my reach.
“That’s incredibly strange. How could something like that even be possible?” Reign furrowed her brow, her expression mirroring
her confusion.
Helel, with a sharper rity, articted our dilemma, voicing the question that had sent a tremor through our ranks. “How can
someone bring dead werewolves back to life?”
At that moment, a sudden realization struck me like a thunderbolt. The pieces of the enigma fell into ce, pointing to a name that
resonated within me. “Maura!” I eximed, the weight of the revtion settling heavily upon my shoulders.