Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 2

Chapter 540 Losing Again

My heart pounded mercilessly against my chest, threatening to burst free, as I bore witness to the grisly

tableau unfolding before my eyes. Zane’s treacherous blade plunged deep into

Helel’s defenseless abdomen, and a gut-wrenching howl tore through the air, reverberating with both agony

and the raw transformation of Helel from a wolf into a vulnerable human form.

A surge of adrenaline surged through my veins, driving my every instinct to action. The urgency in my voice

crackled as I spoke to Ace, urgency etched across my face, ‘I can’t stay here and watch him die.’

In a swift, seamless motion, I began my transition, shedding my human guise and embracing the raw power

of my weredragon self. My muscles tensed and rippled as my form twisted and expanded, scales shimmering

and wings unfurling in readiness.

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Launching forward with the fury, I unleashed the fury of my razor-sharp claws upon any wolf that dared cross my

path. The metallic tang of blood permeated the air, a testament to the violence that raged amidst our clash. Their

desperate howls mingled with the symphony of chaos, a cacophony of anguish and despair that echoed through the

war-torn landscape.

With every merciless swipe, every rending tear, I fought with an unwavering resolve, my every movement a

testament to the wrath burning within me. Droplets of scarlet sprayed forth, splattering across my scales, mingling

with the sweat that drenched my scaled hide. The din of battle became a mere backdrop as I pressed onward, an

embodiment of unyielding purpose.

Drawing closer to Helel, determination burned like a flame within my eyes, driving me to heights of untamed fury.

The force behind my assault intensified, a primal fury channeled into each strike. In a thunderous collision, I hurled

myself at Zane, unleashing a deadly impact that shattered his grip on the dagger. The weapon tumbled from his

grasp, hitting the ground with a resounding clatter, as Zane himself crumpled in defeat, his body sprawled across

the earth.

With a sinking realization, I understood the dire importance of removing Helel from Zane’s reach. Though the

relentless assault of the werewolves continued unabated, I couldn’t afford to divert my attention even for a

moment to retrieve the fallen dagger. Time was of the essence.

Acting swiftly, I unclasped the pendant from around my neck, knowing that removing its hold would unleash the full

extent of my dragon power. As the surge of energy coursed through me, my body underwent a profound

transformation. Muscles rippled and bones elongated as my form expanded, majestic wings unfurling in a

breathtaking display. The sight of my imposing presence caused the encroaching werewolves to falter, their

aggression momentarily overshadowed by awe and uncertainty.

Zane’s commanding voice pierced through the chaos, his tone holding a mix of authority and apprehension, “Hold

your ground. Do not attack her.”

The werewolves, reluctantly obedient to their master’s orders, withdrew, their hostile intent momentarily

restrained.

Realizing the seriousness of the situation, I seized the opportunity without hesitation. There was no time to dwell on

Zane’s motivations or what lay in store for us next. With unwavering determination, I swiftly scooped up Helel,

cradling him against my scaled form, and with a powerful thrust of my mighty wings, I propelled myself upward,

soaring into the boundless expanse of the sky.

As I glided through the skies, I scanned the area, searching for a safe haven. After a few minutes, I spotted a

gathering of our people in a secure location. Carefully, I descended and

gently set Helel down on the ground. As I shifted back into my human form, Reign quickly approached to check on

Helel’s well-being.

Once we had all transformed back into our human selves, I hurried over to where Helel sat in the backseat of a

nearby car. His head leaned back against the seat, and I could see the exhaustion etched on his face. “I thought we

would have been able to overcome them,” Helel grumbled, his voice strained yet showing signs of gradual

recovery.

Reign, sensing my concern as I meticulously examined Helel’s body for any injuries, leaned in closer and whispered

in my ear, “He’s going to be alright. The dagger didn’t strike his heart.”

Relieved by the reassurance, I exhaled deeply and joined Helel inside the car. Settling into the seat beside him, I

couldn’t help but voice my frustration, my words tinged with discontent.

“Something felt incredibly off about Zane’s werewolves. I mean, I vividly recall killing Jay on two separate occasions,

and yet there he was, standing alongside Zane in the end.”

The chaos and confusion of the battle weighed heavily upon me, and I couldn’t help but vent my dissatisfaction,

expressing my frustration with the disarray that had unfolded during the war.

“What do you mean?” Helel inquired, his voice laced with confusion. Perhaps amidst the frenzy of combat,

he had been solely focused on killing the werewolves, unaware of the strange occurrences that transpired.

“Helel, it’s like they kept resurrecting,” I finally realized, the puzzle pieces falling into place. It seemed that

no matter how many times we struck them down, they somehow returned, unyielding to death’s grasp.

Helel turned to Reign, seeking her insight. She stood by the roadside, contemplating our revelation. “Do you

think it’s possible? Could they be using some form of magic?” Helel questioned, sounding unsure.

Reign’s response was swift and confident. “No, it’s highly unlikely. They don’t possess a seer among their

ranks who could wield such powers.”

A perplexing query nagged at the corners of my mind. “Then how can we explain the resurrection of the

fallen werewolves?” I voiced my question aloud, a sense of frustration tingeing my tone. Deep within, I

sensed that the answer eluded me, teasing just beyond my reach.

“That’s incredibly strange. How could something like that even be possible?” Reign furrowed her brow, her

expression mirroring her confusion.

Helel, with a sharper clarity, articulated our dilemma, voicing the question that had sent a tremor through

our ranks. “How can someone bring dead werewolves back to life?”

At that moment, a sudden realization struck me like a thunderbolt. The pieces of the enigma fell into place,

pointing to a name that resonated within me. “Maura!” I exclaimed, the weight of the revelation settling

heavily upon my shoulders.