Chapter 530 She Who Hunts the Wolves

“Tigre, touch her and I dare you!” Avery roared, ws digging into the floor, his killing intent flooding the

air.

That bastard daredy eyes on Tessa?

He’d never let him walk away from this.

“Stickin‘ with this little punk won’t get you far,” Tigre sneered, wiggling his fingers toward Tessa. “Hey pretty girl,e with me. I’ll show you a real good time.”

Steven’s fur bristled with rage. “What the hell did you just say?!”

He instantly regretted calling Tessa here.

No matter how strong she was, she was still a girl–and a stunning one at that. It was too easy for male werewolves to get ideas.

The guys could risk a brawl, sure. But for Tessa? This ce was way too dangerous.

Tessa’sugh was cold, sharp as ice. “So what–you’re not nning to leave until we’ve had some fun?”

“Ooh, even her voice is music to my ears. You’re just my type, sweetheart. Let’s make it a night to remember,” Tigre grinned lecherously.

Tessa’s eyes narrowed. “And what do you think iyou /ican do? What’s your idea of fun?”

“What do you think? Man to woman–get you in bed, and I’ll teach you everything,” he said with a greasy smile.

That was it.

Avery’s bandmates lost it. Their ws screeched across the concrete as rage exploded off them. No one could tolerate someone talking about Tessa like that.

“I want blood!” Steven roared, lunging forward to tear Tigre apart-

-but Tessa raised her paw and stopped him cold.

A sh of pale light lit her eyes. Lunar force surged through her body.

In the blink of an eye, she shot forward, appearing right in front of the still–unshifted Tigre.

Her kicknded square in his chest.

Tigre didn’t even have time to react. His massive body flew through the air like a broken kite, crashing against the ground.

“You don’t know when you’ve been given a chance.”

Even before the words finished leaving her mouth, the white wolf totem at the back of Tessa’s neck bzed /bto life. Silvery fur erupted from beneath her sleeves

In that instant, the Ironfang mercenaries lunged, hellbent on avenging their fallen leader.

Chapter 530 She Who Hunts the Wolves

bTigre /bbstaggered /bup, clutching his chest where she’d kicked himb. /bHis beyes /blocked bon /bbTessa/b, bfull /bbof /bbmurderous /bhatred, and with a feral snarl, he shifted into a bmassive /bck warwolf..

His transformed face twisted with rage, and the coarse ck mane along his spine stood bup /blike bspears/b.

As Ironfang’s alpha, his warwolf form towered over two meters. The dried blood still clinging to his ws told stories of past carnage.

And yet he’d been knocked out of the air by a single kick from Tessa–his ribs misaligned, the pain bsearing /bthrough him.

“Get her! For the boss!” the deputy roared, transforming into a scarred spotted warwolf. The iron–fanged gauntlets on his forepaws gleamed ominously.

Ironfang mercs surged in, forming a semicircle around Tessa. Their glowing red eyes showed no bfear /bof her -just the thirst for blood. A lone female wolf? They didn’t see a threat.

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Avery’s heart jumped to his throat.

Tessa’s wolf form was lean and slender–surrounded by these hulking, vicious monsters, she looked like she’d be crushed in an instant.

Because of the concealment ne she wore, her true white wolf form appeared as an ordinary gray wolf to outsiders.

Avery was just about to charge forward and help break her out when-

Tessa suddenly arched her back and let out a clear, piercing howl.

Unlike the usual guttural war cries of battle wolves, her howl carried something… stranger. Something that pierced the mind.

The Ironfang mercs paused–just for a heartbeat–but it was enough.

“You’re dead!” the spotted warwolf lunged first, iron–d ws aimed straight for Tessa’s throat.

But the moment he closed in, Tessa rolled to the side. Her tail swept behind his knees in a sh.

The moonlight shimmered across her fur as she moved–quick as a shadow, impossible to pin down. The spotted warwolf stumbled, just a beat–just long enough for Tessa to circle around behind him and strike the most vulnerable part of his nape.

The spotted warwolf howled in pain, spinning to sh at her with a massive w.

The swing tore up the ground, sending gravel flying–but Tessa shot upward like a bolt of silver lightn

Her front pawsnded on his skull, and using it as a springboard, she vaulted into the air- andnded right in front of the ck warwolf.

Tigre.

Her pale eyes reflected his stunned expression.