Last Female Sypher and Her Brother's Friends novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135

That doesn’t worry me.

Most people think that in a fight, anger makes you reckless. And it certainly can, if it blinds you. But honed

anger, the icy hot rage that comes from those you love being at stake and you back against the wall, well,

that makes you dangerous.

Elliot’s gaze slides toward the Citadel. “How long have you been waiting?”

“Two hours, give or take.”

His expression darkens. “That’s concerning…”

“Not yet, it isn’t,” Kiara said confidently. “I’ve seen Liam make it out of worse odds. You just concern

yourself with being ready.”

More movement stirs through the trees, and the enforcers I sent out slowly start arriving with the members from the packs we reached out to. I exchange respectful greetings with the other Alphas and welcome their

enforcers.

Trust is a fragile thing in the shifter world, and it is moments like this that change the course of truces.

Blood binds.

My wolf acknowledges the shift, our enemies becoming our allies.

In total, we have fifty–three wolves.

I can feel the tables shifting in our favor just the smallest inch more.

My wolf smiles darkly inside me.

Now this feels like war.

Like chaos.

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Like rebellion.

I crouch beside a roughly drawn map of the interior of the citadel. Before we left, Felix had used his hacking to get the layout from their servers. Another advantage that could make all the difference.

The others gather around while we map out the best ways to close off escape routes for the Assembly

members.

“We break their outer defense lines here and here.” I point toward the eastern approach. “Force them to

split their attention.”

“What about the prison access?” Mara asks.

“Liam’s team will handle it and meet us in the main courtyard.”

“And if they don’t? If the signal isn’t sent? What do we do then?” one Alpha mutters.

Silence falls briefly. There is the possibility, no matter how much I don’t want to acknowledge it, that the Assembly has gotten the better of them. That Aira doesn’t make it to Hazel. That they are all captured or

worse.

Everyone is thinking it. Hell, I’m thinking it.

I push aside the torrent of emotions that threatens to take over, and ignore the comment. “Our objective does not change. If the signal isn’t sent within the hour, we move forward. Aldren will die tonight.”

And if he touches Aria, that death will be slow.

My wolf snaps his jaws in agreement.

“Once he falls, the Assembly fractures.”

“Assuming Kane doesn’t immediately try to take control,” Elliot says.

“He might,” I admit. “Which is why he dies too, and any other assembly member that tries to challenge us.”

I look around, holding each Alpha’s stare. “This is not a negotiation, this is a dismantling, and we will destroy the assembly by any means necessary.”

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A grim smile spreads across several faces.

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“Everyone, go and get some rest. We move at sunrise,” I say.

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We slowly fracture into smaller groups discussing strategy while scouts rotate positions around the

perimeter.

I step away from the others briefly, needing air. Or maybe it’s the distance from the tension choking this

clearing I need.

Footsteps approach quietly from behind.

Elliot.

“I figured you’d be the one smart enough to step away from the group politics,” he says.

“I’m not here for politics.”

“No,” he agrees. “You’re here for blood. I have to say that for once we agree on the method.”

I glance at him. “Is there a point to this little powwow?”

His expression shifts slightly then, and I can’t seem to place the emotions going through them. “In the name of this little alliance we’ve got going, there’s something you should know.”

My body stills instantly. I arch an eyebrow, giving him the space to continue.

Elliot checks the surrounding woods once before speaking. “Some of my enforcers have been keeping tabs on the Assembly. They uncovered something interesting. It seems there are whispers that the Assembly’s

holding a sypher hostage.”

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