A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 33

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“I did send a letter to Lycan Erasmus, imitating Craig’s handwriting, but he saw through it. Alpha Lance, do you believe me?” I asked.

“Prunella’s info is reliable. But Lycan Erasmus doesn’t quite get lone wolves without a pack, except for Craig,” he said.

I didn’t expect him to know so much about the Warscar Training Camp.

My heart, which had been in my throat the whole journey, finally eased a bit.

Only then did I realize how exhausted I was. My legs trembled, and I plopped down on a folding chair, forgetting all about etiquette.

It had been two years since I’d last gone through days of nonstop running. Plus, my wolf form after shifting wasn’t as strong as it used to be back at the training camp.

Alpha Lance grinned, showing his white teeth. “Tired, huh? How many days did it take you to get here?”

“Five,” I panted, my throat raw as if stuffed with prickly straw. “I’m fine.”

“Amazing!” His eyes flashed with approval. He bellowed outside, “Get some food ready!”

Immediate, thunderous acknowledgments came from outside.

Without time to thank him, I quickly said, “Aren’t you going to figure out a strategy? Or send for reinforcements from Lycan Erasmus?”

He leaned back on the tactical table, his long fingers drumming on his pants, squinting.

“Our quickest reinforcements would take half a month. Right now, we need to recruit more wolf warriors here to hold off the first attack,” he said.

Turning to me with added approval in his gaze, he said, “You did right to come here in person. If it were just a messenger, I might not have had time to deploy. I’ll have someone take you to rest for a couple of days, then you should head back.”

“I won’t go back,” I growled, the tent’s copper nails rattling from the force. My elongated nails scraped my chest plate, sparking blue–purple flames.

Rust–scented pheromones mixed with gunpowder surged as the wolf hairs on my neck exploded into icy crystals under his pressure.

Alpha Lance’s rust–scented pheromones suddenly solidified, and the embers from the bonfire burst into scarlet iron water mid–air.

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happens to you, how would I face your mother? Also, you’re Alpha Ulrik’s mate now. By the way, he should have returned to the Bloodmoon Pack. Why send you, a Luna, to deliver the message alone?”

Only a wolf warrior with decades of battle experience could use the wolf’s unique keen intuition to see through the absurdity of repelling the enemy by merely burning their supplies.

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