Rise of the Banished She-Wolf (Evelyn) novel Chapter 215

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The forest path narrowed as Devon and I rode deeper into the territory. Our horses moved cautiously, sensing our tension after the attack on Richard. The morning sun filtered through the canopy, creating dappled patterns on the ground that would have been beautiful under

different circumstances.

“We should reach the eastern border in about an hour,” Devon said, his voice low and controlled. He’d been scanning our surroundings

constantly since we left the mansion.

I nodded, trying to ignore the knot of anxiety in my stomach. Ryan’s warning about the White family from Eastern Europe echoed in my mind. If they truly wanted to use me to rule the North American packs…

My thoughts scattered as Devon suddenly pulled his horse to a halt, his body tensing. I followed his gaze to a disturbing sight ahead: bodies strewn across the path. Some were slumped against trees, others sprawled on the ground.

“Evelyn, stay back,” Devon warned, dismounting with preternatural grace.

I ignored him, sliding off my own horse. “They’re injured, Devon. They need help.

As we approached, I counted at least seven werewolves in various states of distress. Their clothes were torn and bloodied, and their faces contorted in pain. When they saw us, their eyes flickered with recognition–and fear.

“Alpha Hall,” one of them gasped, attempting to bow his head despite his injuries.

Devon crouched beside the man, maintaining vigilance. “What happened here?”

I knelt beside the closest victim, a woman with matted dark hair. As I reached to check her pulse, I noticed something strange about her wounds. They weren’t clean cuts or typical claw marks. The edges were blackened and blistered, as if burned.

“Devon,” I called quietly. “Look at this.”

The wound emitted a sharp, metallic scent that made my nose burn. When I attempted to channel my healing energy into it, I felt an unusual resistance, like pushing against a solid wall.

“Silver, Devon said grimly. “These are silver weapon wounds.”

My stomach dropped. Silver was lethal to werewolves in high concentrations. Even in smaller amounts, it prevented our natural healing

and caused excruciating pain.

“But who would-” I began.

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“It was a trap, interrupted an elderly werewolf, his voice raspy with pain. He grabbed Devon’s arm with surprising strength. The

patrolling the far eastern boundary last night. They were waiting for us.”

“Who?” Devon demanded, his voice deadly calm.

“Hunters,” the old man wheezed. “But not just hunters. Wolves too. They worked together. His eyes widened with remembered terror. The wolves herded us right into their ambush. The humans had weapons–silver bullets, blades coated with silver dust. They knew exactly

where to hit us.”

The other injured werewolves nodded weakly, confirming his account.

“How many attackers?” Devon asked.

At least ten hunters,” a younger werewolf with a gash across his chest answered. “Maybe five or six wolves. They moved like they’d

trained together.”

I carefully examined each wound, noticing the same resistance to my healing abilities. From my bag, I extracted several sterile containers and began collecting samples of the silver residue.

“The silver composition is unusual,” I said, studying the blackened edges of a wound. “The purity level seems higher than typical silver weapons. This isn’t something cobbled together by amateurs.”

Devon’s jaw tightened. “This confirms Ryan’s warning. The White pack isn’t just making threats–they’re already here, and they’ve brought professional hunters with them.”

I sealed the last sample container. “I’ve done what I can for now. They need proper medical attention.”

Devon nodded and radioed for a medical team to transport the injured back to the compound.

“We need to continue to the border,” he said once the arrangements were made. “Whatever’s happening, it’s centered there.”

When we finally reached the eastern boundary, I immediately sensed we weren’t alone. My heightened senses detected multiple werewolf scents strategically positioned around the perimeter. Devon felt it too; I could tell by the way his shoulders stiffened and his nostrils

flared.

“They’re watching us,” I whispered.

Devon gave an almost imperceptible nod. ‘At least eight different positions. They’ve covered all the major access points.”

The border patrol squad looked nervous, their eyes darting to the surrounding woods. One young beta approached us, keeping his voice

low.

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Alpha, we’ve been feeling eyes on us all morning. No direct contact, no crossing of the boundary line. Just… watching.”

“Psychological warfare, Devon murmured. “They want us on edge, want to see how we respond.”

I scanned the treeline, feeling the weight of unseen gazes. “They’re assessing our defenses.”

Devon strode confidently to the center of the clearing, giving every appearance of conducting a routine inspection. Only I noticed how his eyes cataloged every potential vulnerability, every strategic advantage.

“Continue regular patrol patterns,” he announced loudly enough for any listeners to hear. “Report any direct contact immediately.”

Then he turned to me, lowering his voice. “What they don’t know is that we’re already reinforcing key positions. Lucas has teams moving into place right now, staying out of sight.”

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