Sharing Beatrice novel

Chapter 550

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 Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

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.