Rise of the Banished She-Wolf (Evelyn) novel Chapter 219

Chapter 219

Evelyn

Cold. That was the first sensation that crept through my consciousness as I slowly regained awareness. My head throbbed, and a metallic taste lingered in my mouth–blood, my own blood. I tried to move but found my arms restrained, held tightly by two men whose scents marked them as hunters, not wolves.

My eyelids felt impossibly heavy, but I forced them open. Blinding white surrounded me–snow, falling in thick flakes from a night sky illuminated by a nearly full moon. The world came into focus gradually. I wasn’t alone. Several wolves–at least fifteen–surrounded me in a loose semicircle, their breath forming small clouds in the frigid air.

But these weren’t Blackfang Pack wolves. Their build was different–leaner, with longer limbs. Their fur patterns and the way they moved, carefully coordinated and unnaturally disciplined, told me exactly who they were.

The White wolves from EuroEastern.‘

“Evelyn!”

The voice cut through the night like a blade–deep, commanding, and achingly familiar. My head snapped up so fast it sent fresh pain shooting through my skull, but I didn’t care.

Through the curtain of falling snow, I could make out figures standing opposite us. At the center stood Devon, his tall frame rigid with tension, flanked by members of the Blackfang Pack. Even at this distance, I could feel the waves of barely contained fury radiating from

him.

“Well, well.” A heavily accented voice spoke from behind me. “The great Devon Hall comes to rescue his mate.”

A man stepped forward, moving to stand beside me. Tall, with silver–blond hair and piercing blue eyes, he exuded the unmistakable authority of an Alpha. His lips curled into a cold smile as he surveyed Devon and his pack.

“I am Viktor White,” he announced, his voice carrying across the snow–covered ground. “Alpha of the White Pack of Eastern Europe.”

The hunters holding me tightened their grip, and I winced as fingers dug into my arms. White gestured to his forces–the wolves and several armed hunters who stood among them.

“As you can see, we’ve come prepared, he continued, his tone mockingly pleasant. ‘Silver weapons, trained hunters, and your precious

mate as our guest.”

Devon’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching visibly. “You’ve invaded my territory, White. This is an act of war.”

White laughed, the sound sharp in the cold air. “War? I prefer to think of it as… a negotiation.” He moved closer to me, his hand roughly grabbing my chin. ‘Surrender your territory and your position as Alpha, or watch your mate die. She’s already been shot with a silver

bullet.

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