Third Person’s POV
The remaining three intruders burst through the window like arrows,nding and half–shifting into <b>lupine </b>forms, their ws gouging deep grooves in the floor.
Inside, the sharp ng of bone des and the piercing whistle of wolf ws filled the air.
But soon, Velda realized her mint pheromones were being overpoweringly suppressed by the <b>assants </b>bloodthirsty aura.
Her bone sword was batted away by their icy–wed hands, and the aura from their presence pricked painfully at the nd in the back of her neck.
She now saw that these ck–d figures were far beyond her ability to fight.
Panicked, she abandoned Ulrik and leaped out of the window, fleeing toward the outer courtyard.
She screamed, “Intruders! Intruders!”
Ulrik was furious–had she lost her mind? With so many in the pack, how could she lead the intruders straight into their midst?
The intruders, however, ignored Ulrik and swiftly chased after Velda.
Velda’s cries roused the Bloodmoon Pack, one by one lights flickering on.
The pack’s guards sprang into action, with some rushing out to alert the patrol teams and police station.
The intruders were after Velda, but leveraging her familiarity with the Bloodmoon Pack, she ducked and weaved, eventually taking refuge in Gloria’s courtyard.
Gloria had just run outside at the noise and saw Velda charging in.
Thinking Velda was there to kill her, she retreated in fright and snapped, “What do you want?”
Gloria’s two omegas, terror–stricken, their ears bristling with gray–white fur, their chamomile pheromones thick with fear, legs trembling like autumn leaves, still spread their arms to shield Velda, attempting to emit faint calming vibes.
Velda’s mint pheromones sharpened instantly. With elbow blows powered by her semi–lupine str she pushed them aside.
Her ws inadvertently tore the omegas‘ sleeves as she bolted straight for Gloria, her wolfish form crashing into the door.
With a loud “Bang!“, the door swung shut under her aura.
The courtyard’s doors and windows had been specially made at Adide’s <b>request</b><b>, </b><b>etched </b>with <b>wolf</b><b>–</b><b>runes </b>to suppress Alpha aura.
It wouldn’t be easy for intruders to shatter the windows or doors as before <b>with </b>their <b>bone </b><b>des</b><b>. </b>
Chapter <b>402 </b>
The moment the door closed, Velda’s pupils contracted into vertical slits.
In a swift lupine leap, shended on the table, her bone sword held horizontally across her chest. Silver- — gray wolf hair prickled on her arms from tension.
Her mint pheromones fluttered like storm–tossed cobwebs, careening through the cramped <b>space</b>.
She could distinctly hear the muffled sounds of bone des shing and wolf ws tearing through flesh from beyond the door.
If the pack guards outside couldn’t hold them off, this door would eventually be splintered by the intruders‘ frostden assault.
A sudden sting in the back of her neck–the old wound from Snke’s branding red up.
The bloody scene of the Frostfang Pack’s massacre surged into her memory: pups drowned in blood<b>, </b><b>wolf </b>elders nailed to the altar…
Their coppery stench seemed to seep in through the door’s cracks.
“It must be werewolves from the Western Tribe…” Her howl caught in her throat, turning into a whimper. “For their Lycan prince and the vigers I ughtered…”
They would rip through the Bloodmoon Pack just as they had the Frostfangs, their sulfur–reeking ws tearing everyone apart.
Velda gripped her bone sword until her knuckles whitened, trying to steady her chaotic pheromones.
As long as she hid here, she would survive.
Before Gloria could recover from her shock, ck figures crashed through the door.
The intruders‘ wolf ws, glowing with ck–red bloodlight, dripped with warm sma. Their pheromones, reeking of frozen earth, washed over the room like a tide, clearly having torn through pack guards to reach here.
Gloria screamed, her wolf–tipped fingers scoring shallow marks on the door as she spun and pounded on Velda’s room. “Velda, open up! Please!”
The omegas‘ chamomile pheromones crystallized under the threat of death. They trembled before Gloria, ears bristling. “Don’te near us…”
The intruders‘ ws, slicing through the air with a sharp whistle, left two cool trails along the necks of the omega girls. Silver–blue blood instantly sprayed onto the stone floor, the gushing blood soon trampled into a dark red by the wolves‘ ws,
Their ws had slit the carotid arteries–before a whimper could escape, the girls copsed.
Gloria slumped to the ground in terror, the nd at the back of her neck numb with fear.
She pped her hands over her ears and wailed like a wolf, “Help! Help!”
The intruder’s w, gleaming with cold light, shed toward her throat. Ulrik’s cedar pheromones exploded with Alpha aura.
He kicked the intruder away mid–air, his hand already shifted into a wolf–like form.
Silver–gray ws gleamed as he barred Gloria’s way.
“Get inside, now!”
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Ulrik’s vertical pupils locked onto the intruder, cedar pheromones forming a tangible barrier as he shoved Gloria aside.
Gloria cried, “Velda locked the door!”
Ulrik delivered a thunderous kick to the door.
The wolf–rune totems etched into the wood red with light–defensive enchantments Adide hadid years ago to cushion Alpha–strength impacts. The door remained unmoved.
While battling the lunging intruder, Ulrik roared like a wolf, “Velda, open the door!”
Inside, Velda clutched her bone sword. Her mint pheromones turned icy and viscous, her knuckles whitened around the hilt, yet her wolf ears instinctively ttened against her skull.
She heard Ulrik’s pheromones thinning but stayed deaf to his cries. Behind the door, her vertical pupils