Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 375

Chapter 375

Andrei’s POV

My hand was on the sword at my hip before the sound of the arrow’s thwack into the tree finished echoing. I tossed aside my pack, adrenaline forcing my muscles to bunch and my mind to race.

And then came the chaos.

The sound of war cries ahead. The clash of steel. The howls of wolves.

“Ambush! Formation!” Damon cried out over the sudden din. Our warriors formed a tight circle, shields up, weapons drawn. Our best wolf fighters shifted, snarling and prepared.

A moment later, the first wave came.

Rogues. Grunts to front the line and force us back while the warriors who possessed those ruby arrows waited. Bided their time.

They seemed to pour out of the trees and mist, even from the rotting undergrowth like they were a part of the forest themselves. Dozens of rogues descended on us, masses of stinking fur and rotting teeth. They held only iron weapons, and our warriors fought off the first wave with ease.

But the second wave came before we could catch our breath.

Damon was at my back in an instant. I leaned into him, feeling his sturdy presence, drawing strength from my brother. Our weapons cut through the hordes light butter, but they just kept coming.

“Luna’s teeth!” I ground out over the sounds of shouts and howls and metal slamming against metal. “How many of these fuckers are there?”

“Too many,” Damon bit back with a grunt as he slammed his sword into a charging rogue. Foul–smelling blood splattered across both of us, although we were already covered in the stuff from the first wave.

“Watch your left!” I bellowed as I caught sight of another rogue charging Damon. I buried my blade deep in the chest of one who thought he could flank me. I ripped the sword free and spun around, ducking under the swing of an axe of another rogue, then drove my elbow into the fucker’s throat. He crumpled, choking, and I finished the job with a swift slam of my knife into his temple.

The forest, once deathly quiet, was now filled with the sounds of battle. Metal clashed against metal, blades cut through flesh, wolves snarled, men screamed.

“They’re unending!” Damon grunted as he slammed his shield into a rogue’s face, pointy end first, the sickening crunch of skull and brain matter making me wince.

“They’re cannon fodder,” I replied, parrying a strike that would have taken my arm off had I not seen it coming. They’re trying to wear us down before they send in the big guns!”

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My brother grunted in agreement. But for now, we were holding them. Our warriors were well–trained. The rogues were sloppy, and for every one of ours that they took down, we took five of theirs.

But they tired us out. The ground grew slick with mud and coppery blood, and as our legs grew weak from exhaustion, our men began to collapse.

The horn came soon after. It was a low, mournful sound that echoed from deep within the mist.

The rogues retreated. For a split second, there was quiet, save for the sounds of our warriors panting and dying.

And then..

Bloodmoon came.

They walked from the mist, slowly, too slowly, silent as wraiths. Their feet didn’t even make the twigs crunch under them. At first, I only saw five shapes moving through the mist. Then, as my eyes focused, I saw ten. Then

more.

We tightened our formation, but it only served to corral us like sheep. There were so many more of them than there were of us.

And those rubies… They pulsed from each weapon like beacons in the mist. Those who didn’t possess weapons wore the gems in their leather chestplates. Warriors in wolf form carried them around their necks like collars.

As each gem winked to life in the dim light, like red stars burning in the sky, I knew what our situation had become before Damon even said the words.

“We’re completely fucked.”

I clenched my jaw.

One of my best warriors, Kael, a Gamma, lunged at the first Bloodmoon warrior who approached our formation. His war cry was loud and guttural in the sudden quiet, but it was snuffed out in an instant as the Bloodmoon warrior pulled his arm back and flung his weapon.

The ruby–encrusted axe was buried in Kael’s chestplate before I could blink.

Kael staggered back, then collapsed to the ground. He writhed under the axe, struggling to move–it was as if it weren’t just buried in his chest, but heavier than an axe should have been. The thing pinned him to the ground like a squirming mouse in a trap, leaving him completely vulnerable as the warrior approached.

The warrior stood above Kael for a moment. Studied him. Then pulled the axe out with ease and slammed it into Kael’s skull.

Chaos resumed.

Our warriors dropped like flies. Arrows whizzed through the air, homing in on our men in unnatural ways as red gems glowed. Daggers flew. Wolves with red collars leapt higher than they should have been capable, bit harder, howled louder.

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