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Chapter 176: The Ambush
Chapter 176: The Ambush
( Olivia’s POV)
The evening air was pleasant as we walked through Riverdale’s main district, our laughter echoing through the territory. Emma was in the middle of telling a funny story about her latest case when everything changed
in an instant.
Two men wearing black masks and caps suddenly charged out from behind the Shadow Memorial Statue. The first was a heavily muscled beta werewolf in a white tank top, his intimidating tattoos visible even in the streetlight. The second was shorter but equally dangerous, his movements predatory and vicious.
My werewolf reflexes kicked in immediately. “Move!” I shouted, grabbing Jade and Emma as Aria and I dodged to the side.
Aria’s protective instincts flared as she positioned herself between us and the attackers. “Get them out of here!” she barked, her usually stoic expression hardening into something deadly. “I’ll handle this p>
Jade’s face went white with terror, her wolf cowering at the sudden threat. I could see her reliving the silver dagger attack at the Grey Law Center, traumatic memories flooding back and freezing her in place.
Emma whimpered beside me, her hands shaking as she stared at the approaching men.
“Run!” I yelled, my amber eyes flashing with alarm at the coordinated assault. I grabbed both Jade and Emma, pulling them toward the street. “Now p>
Jade snapped out of her daze, her survival instincts finally overriding her panic. She stumbled forward, following my lead as we tried to escape.
But Emma, overwhelmed by the situation and wearing high heels that hindered her movement, twisted her ankle badly. She cried out in pain and fell hard onto the pavement, her hands scraping against the rough
concrete.
Behind us, Aria engaged the attackers with deadly precision. I could hear the sound of combat, but these weren’t common street thugs. Their fighting techniques and coordination spoke of professional training – they were trained mercenaries.
The muscled man broke away from Aria’s defensive position, running toward us with predatory intent. His eyes locked onto Emma’s fallen form, and I saw the cruel satisfaction in his gaze.
“Emma, can you stand?” I asked urgently, my amber eyes flashing with concern for my assistant.
Emma winced, trying to put weight on her injured ankle. “I can’t walk properly,” she gasped, tears streaming
down her face. “It hurts too much p>
Without hesitation, I pushed Emma toward the Moonlit Roadside Gardens. “Get to safety,” I ordered, then turned to face the approaching man.
My werewolf upbringing had included combat training, and now those lessons came flooding back. I dropped into a defensive stance, my wolf nature emerging despite remaining in human form.
Emma, now seated on the nearby roadside grass, watched in disbelief. Her usually gentle boss was
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transforming into a fierce protector, amber eyes blazing with supernatural Intensity.
The man lunged at me with professional precision. His military training complemented his supernatural abilities, making him a formidable opponent. I blocked his first strike, but the force of it sent shockwaves up
my arms.
“You’re coming with us,” he snarled, his voice muffled by the mask.
“Like hell I am,” I shot back, dodging his next attack.
We exchanged blows in the streetlight, my basic werewolf combat skills barely keeping pace with his
relentless assault. He was stronger, more experienced, and clearly trained for this exact scenario.
Aria delivered a powerful kick that sent the other attacker stumbling backward, then rushed to my aid. Her beta wolf strength gave her an advantage, but she was fighting two opponents while trying to protect us.
The man I was fighting suddenly produced a silver blade, the metal glinting wickedly in the streetlight. He
aimed it directly at my heart with lethal precision.
I tried to dodge, but he was too fast. The blade sliced through the air toward my chest.
Swiftly, Aria’s hands grasped the man’s wrist, her grip tightening with supernatural strength: The man winced in pain as her fingers dug into pressure points, but I could see the silver burning against her skin.
“Boss!” she grunted, her loyalty to me overriding her own discomfort with the harmful metal.
Aria arrived just in time, averting what could have been a fatal blow. With practiced efficiency, she twisted the man’s wrist until he dropped the weapon, then caught it before it hit the ground.
She held the silver blade to his neck despite the weapon’s harmful properties to werewolves. Her hands were already showing red marks from the contact, but her expression remained determined.
Considering our location on a public street where human authorities might intervene, she refrained from lethal force that could expose our supernatural nature.
Instead, Aria retrieved a small ampule from her tactical vest. She quickly applied the liquid – a specialized werewolf sedative – to the blade’s edge.
With a flick of her wrist, she hurled the knife at the other man who was trying to flee. The blade lodged in his calf, and he stumbled but kept running.
The powerful anesthetic designed for werewolf physiology quickly entered his bloodstream. Within seconds, he collapsed face–first onto the pavement, unconscious.
The man in front of us attempted to escape, but Aria tightened her grip on his throat. She applied pressure to specific nerve points, rendering him unconscious without permanent damage.
“Boss, are you alright? Are you hurt?” Aria asked, her usually stoic expression replaced with genuine concern.
I shook my head, relieved that the immediate threat was neutralized. But something felt wrong. My werewolf sixth sense was triggering a warning of imminent danger.
I scanned the area carefully, my wolf detecting a threat my human eyes couldn’t yet see. Then I spotted it – the barrel of a firearm protruding from behind the Shadow Memorial Statue, reflecting the streetlight.
“Bang!” A gunshot rang out, echoing through the night.
“Careful!” I shouted, pushing Jade aside as the bullet flew toward us,
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Almost simultaneously, I felt the impact. The bullet struck my shoulder, and for a moment there was only
numbness from shock.
Then, in the next second, heart–wrenching pain spread from the gunshot wound throughout my body. The silver–laced ammunition designed specifically to harm werewolves made it nearly impossible for my natural healing to begin.
The burning sensation of silver poisoning coursed through my veins, making it difficult to remain standing. My legs buckled as the toxic metal fought against my werewolf constitution.
Aria cried out in shock and fury, her protective instincts flaring as she reached out to catch me as I fell. Her amber eyes were already scanning for the hidden shooter while supporting my wounded form.
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