Chapter 28
In a flash, Lorik moved. He shoved me aside, his strong arm pulling me away from the line of attack.
I stumbled, expecting to see him standing in front of Lorcia, but instead, he had positioned himself between us and the assassin. His eyes were fierce, every muscle in his body coiled, ready to strike.
The attacker’s blade sliced through the air, but Lorik was faster. With a swift, powerful kick, he knocked the weapon from the assassin’s grasp.
The force of his attack sent the man reeling, but it wasn’t enough to deter him. The assassin recovered quickly, lunging again, and this time, Lorik met him head on.
The two clashed in a brutal, frenzied battle, each move calculated, each strike deadly. The assassin’s speed was impressive, but Lorik’s strength and experience as an Alpha gave him the upper hand.
He fought with a ferocity that I had never seen before, his focus unwavering, even as blood began to seep from a wound on his arm.
Lorcia, who had been frozen in shock, finally snapped out of her stupor. She stumbled backward, clutching a minor wound on her arm, but her eyes burned with anger.
“This is your fault!” she screamed at me, her voice laced with bitterness. “You’re nothing but a
burden, always needing protection!”
Her words stung, but I didn’t have time to respond. The sound of approaching footsteps alerted me to more danger. Lorik, already bleeding and strained, shouted,
“Stay alert! There could be more of them!”
And he was right. Out of the shadows emerged another figure, this one more determined, more. deadly. I could see it in his eyes–his real target was Lorcia, and I felt the wave as I was near her and he wouldn’t stop until she was dead
Without thinking, I reacted. Grabbing Lorcia’s arm, I yanked her out of the way just as the assassin.
lunged.
The blade missed its mark, but Lorcia, whether out of fear or malice, twisted her body and shoved
The toward the attacker.
The world seemed to blur as I stumbled, my mind reeling from the betrayal. For a split second, our eyes met, and I saw something in Lorcia’s gaze that chilled me to the bone.
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wasn’t just fear–it was triumph. She had meant for this to happen. She had pushed me toward my death, fully expecting me to perish at the hands of the assassin.
The next moment was a blur of motion. The assassin’s blade gleamed in the night, and I braced myself for the impact. But instead of the cold steel, I felt a surge of power, a warmth spreading through me as Lena, my wolf, took control.
The world shifted, and suddenly, I wasn’t just Shirley anymore–I was a force to be reckoned with.
Lena moved with the grace and ferocity of a seasoned warrior, her instincts honed to perfection despite our lack of formal training. She lunged at the assassin, her jaws clamping down on his throat with a precision that left no room for error. The man gurgled in pain, his life draining away as Lena
tore him apart.
But she wasn’t done. There were more, and Lena could sense them, her heightened senses detecting the subtle shifts in the air, the scent of danger lingering in the breeze. Together with Lorik, who had already dispatched his first attacker, we fought side by side, our movements synchronized as if we had trained together for years.
The battle was short but intense. The assassins, though skilled, were no match for the combined. strength of an Alpha and a wolf driven by pure, unadulterated fury.
One by one, they fell, their bodies crumpling to the ground as Lena and Lorik rooted them out,
leaving no trace of the threat that had once loomed over us.
As the last of the attackers fell, Lena relinquished control, and I shifted back into human form. The
terrace was littered with bodies, the remnants of the battle painting a grim picture against the
backdrop of the starry night.
The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood, the silence that followed the chaos almost
deafening.
The first people to arrive were party guests who had heard the commotion. Their faces ranged from shock to disbelief, their eyes wide as they took in the scene before them.
But the most telling expression was on the face of my original family, particularly my sister, Alice.
She stared at me, her eyes filled with incredulity. “How… how could she have a wolf?” she whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief.
I turned to face them, my gaze cold as I took a step forward.
“Someone poisoned me,” I said, my voice steady, but laced with accusation. “For years, I was given ctronic wolf poison, enough to nearly kill my wolf. Do you know who was responsible?”
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