Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

Chapter 665: Protection

Chapter 665: Protection

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Yarin's POV:

The hostages were exposed to the kidnappers' guns, and now I felt unable to do anything else. While dealing with the endless bullets and blades, I tried to use more fitness equipment to surround the hostages and create a safe space.

"We can't go on like this," Aunt Eve's wolf, Liz, said while panting heavily. "There are too few of us, but there seems to be an endless stream of them. It's not good for us to fight in a continuous battle."

The strange thing was that even we, on the first floor, heard the commotion on the fourth floor. There was no reason why the people on the other floors could not hear it. After so long, they should have arrived to provide support.

One possibility was that battles were happening elsewhere, and the warriors had no time to worry about other places.

Another possibility was that the Lily of the Valley had used some method to prevent the warriors from reaching the fourth floor.

If it were the latter, it meant that the wizard or witch who built the folded space was also here, and we were probably facing an extremely powerful enemy.

An enemy that even Aunt Dorothy was not confident she could defeat.

The gym gradually became crowded, and the werewolves' hands and feet became more and more restrained. A cold light came over, and I almost bumped into another warrior halfway. I stopped quickly, but the sharp dagger had already cut my arm.

A burning pain came - it was silver.

The weapon was plated with silver, a specially processed silver that was more lethal!

Seeing that his attack had succeeded, the enemy immediately approached me again. Perhaps it was because I looked the weakest, more enemies pounced toward me, and the bullets were as dense as rain.

Of course, I could dodge, but the unconscious hostage was right behind me. A few bullets mercilessly hit the vital parts of my body.

The enemy laughed sinisterly and was about to take the opportunity to take my life!

"Clang!"

At the critical moment, I raised my hand to pull the dumbbell before me to block the sharp blade aimed at my throat. The enemy looked at me in amazement, astonished that I was unharmed despite being shot several times.

Taking advantage of the second he was stunned, I waved the dumbbell and sent him goodbye.

Looking at the blood on the dumbbell and feeling the warm liquid splashing on my face, I was stunned for a few seconds.

I killed someone.

This was my first time killing someone.

I had long expected this day to come. My parents were warriors who were born on the battlefield. My ancestors also fought for the peace and safety of the werewolf pack.

I was their descendant, their continuation, their future. One day, I would use the scarlet blood of my enemies to pay homage to the souls of my ancestors.

It was just that, at this moment, I still couldn't help but feel unfamiliar and disillusioned.

It was so easy to take a life. Even if I was violent, cruel, and powerful, my physical body was still weak. My life force flowed away with my blood, and my life dissolved in my own blood. The strong wind in my ear came to me, and I waved my hand to block it, catching the short dagger that came to me. Its owner was still in the throwing position. I threw it back, and the dagger easily pierced its owner's chest like a knife cutting cheese.

The second one.

Then, the third, fourth, and who knew how many times. I couldn't feel anything else. The world was blank, and I could only mechanically respond to the enemy's attacks.

I suffered many injuries, and they all healed rapidly. There was a lot of blood on my body, but

I wasn't sure if it was mine or the corpse beneath my feet.

It seemed that many people attacked me simultaneously, and I sent them flying or killed them at the same time.

I could wrap a person tightly while ignoring the bullets that entered my body. I could throw anything at the person holding the gun. I should protect the hostages, but they were moving away from me - or rather, I was moving away from them.

Until I heard a voice filled with reluctance and fear, "Retreat!". Only then did my consciousness, which had drifted away from the sky, return to my body.

I looked up in a daze, and the scene I saw frightened me.

After the chaotic battle, the gym should have been a mess, but now it was so empty that it looked a little clean if one ignored the corpses and bloodstains on the ground.

I didn't know when I had moved to the center, but there was a vacuum around me. The enemy's corpses and my companions were far away from me. As for the unconscious hostages, they were tightly wrapped in a mass of plasticine-like substance.

"Quickly pull them out!" I turned pale with fright and shouted, "What the hell is that? The hostages are in danger!"

But no one moved. Aunt Eve, Aunt Dorothy, and the other warriors all looked at me quietly. I didn't understand what was wrong with them, so I ran to the 'plasticine'.

However, just as I thought of this, the 'plasticine' squirmed and turned into a puddle of liquid like melted jelly before surging toward me. I jumped and wanted to retreat, but my body didn't move for some reason.

The plasticine stuck to my skin and slowly seeped into my body, disappearing.

I gradually realized that it was nothing but a part of me.

I slowly raised my head and looked around. I found that there was still a lot of scattered 'plasticine' in the gym. They seemed to have sensed my call and slowly crawled toward me.