Chapter 139: Emotional Exploitation
Third Person.
One warrior was flung several feet into the dirt, while another rolled to his feet, growling, blood smeared across his ribs.
There was no warning. No howl of challenge. Just an ambush.
A second later, instinct took over.
Several warriors shifted on the spot, their bones cracking and bodies stretching in violent transitions. The air rippled with raw power as they tore from their skin into fur and fangs, launching back at the attackers. Dust lifted in angry clouds. Claws met claws. Teeth scraped against hardened muscle.
The black wolf—larger, with sharper movements—danced through attacks like wind cutting through leaves. It slammed its paw into a silver-coated wolf, sending it rolling. A moment later, the black wolf leapt onto another, driving it to the ground before vanishing into the crowd.
The brown wolf was more aggressive. Wilder. It lunged and snapped with ferocity, tackling a young tan wolf to the floor and pinning it there, panting over it like a predator toying with prey.
On the edge of the field, Jeffery stood with his arms behind his back, his sharp eyes watching the chaos with cold calculation.
A wolf barreled toward the brown one with fangs bared, but Jeffery raised a hand and barked, "Hold!"
The voice cracked through the noise like thunder.
"Don’t fight with killing intent!" Jeffery warned, voice rough with urgency. "And no one is to harm the Alpha or his guest!"