Chapter 5 - The Phantom of the Eastern Wing
The three rogue assassins standing outside the vault were prepared to drag out a terrified, dying human girl.
Instead, the iron doors swung open to reveal a massive, glowing white wolf whose aura radiated power that rivaled the Alpha King himself.
“What... what is that?!” one of the assassins gasped, taking a terrified step backward. “The girl was wolfless! She had no scent!”
Reena didn't give them time to think. She blurred forward with unimaginable speed.
Before the lead assassin could raise his poisoned sword, Reena’s jaws clamped down on his weapon, shattering the iron blade like cheap glass. She struck him with a heavy paw, sending him crashing into the stone wall, unconscious.
The remaining two assassins panicked, lunging with their daggers. Reena dodged effortlessly, her movement as fluid as wind. She struck with lethal precision, disarming both foes and knocking them out cold with swift, non-lethal strikes. She was no longer a victim; she was an unstoppable protector.
Down the hallway, the main battle was reaching its climax. King Jacob, bleeding from several deep cuts on his shoulders, was fighting off the leader of the Shadow Blade pack—a rogue named Malakor.
“Your son is dead, Jacob!” Malakor laughed mockingly as their blades clashed. “My men have locked the human girl in the vault! She’s probably already burnt to ashes by the prince’s magic!”
Jacob’s eyes flashed with pure fury and agonizing grief. “I will tear your pack apart piece by piece!”
Suddenly, a terrifyingly beautiful roar echoed through the grand corridor.
Every wolf in the hallway—guard and rogue alike—froze in their tracks as a blinding white wolf bounded into the grand hall. The sheer pressure of her aura forced several lower-ranking rogues to their knees.
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Jacob’s jaw dropped. He recognized the scent instantly behind the majestic white fur.
“Reena...?” Jacob whispered in utter disbelief.
