The Abandoned Luna's Journey to Power (by Emily Reed) novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62 Disappearing Wine

Chapter 62 Disappearing Wine

Cindy’s POV:

Two days later, the second clash began in Grimshard Valley.

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This time, the vampires were smarter. They stopped throwing mindless waves of corpses at us. Instead, they sent in large groups of hyena soldiers and mid-rank vampire knights. They tried to wear us down with hit-and-run attacks.

That plan would work in open ground, but in broken hills and narrow passes, werewolves are the real

hunters.

“Tyrone! Upper left! Three o’clock!”

The moment I shouted, Tyrone swung his heavy steel staff. It cut through the air. Two vampire knights diving from above were smashed straight into the rock wall.

Boom!

Before they could even hit the ground, a red blur flashed past.

Viola’s whip snapped out. It wrapped tight around their ankles and yanked hard.

“Forrest!”

“On it!” Forrest charged in like a bulldozer. He did not swing his axe at their heads. Instead, he slammed the thick back of the axe down onto their knees.

Crack!

The horrifying sound of breaking bone was heard. The two vampire knights screamed. They rolled on the ground, clutching their twisted legs. Vampires heal fast, but crushed bones mixed with silver damage would keep them down for at least a month.

This was Adam’s new plan. Cripple them. Don’t kill them.

Kill one enemy, and they lose one fighter.

Cripple one enemy, and they lose three. Two to carry him away, and more blood and potions to keep him

alive.

For an army far from home, with weak supply lines, this was worse than death.

The five of us moved like scalpels, slicing carefully into their formation.

We never chased. We never stayed too long. One strike, then gone. We left the valley filled with wounded

screams.

The fight lasted two hours, then the enemy pulled back again.

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Chapter 62 Disappearing Wine

Night fell. We rested in a narrow ravine.

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“That felt good,” Viola said. She wiped the blood from her face, then slipped behind a large rock. Like magic, she pulled out a flat silver flask. “Right now, I’d trade a crown for one good drink.”

She popped the cap. A strong smell of liquor spilled into the air.

“Hmm… ” Tyrone opened his mouth to warn her.

Too late. A large hand in a black leather glove reached down from above the rock and grabbed the flask without warning.

“Who-!” Viola bristled and spun around.

Prince Adam was standing on the rock. He looked at her with a half-smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

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