The Abandoned Luna's Journey to Power (by Emily Reed) novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67 The Flesh Grinder

Chapter 67 The Flesh Grinder

Cindy’s POV:

The Supply Depot sat in a valley behind the keep.

When we charged into the valley with 3,000 elite riders, my heart sank.

This place was not unguarded. It was locked down tight.

Tall fences ringed the depot. Watchtowers rose above them.

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Worse still, just as we set fire to the first depot gate, countless red eyes flared to life on the surrounding hills. They were everywhere.

“Is this a trap?” Viola gasped.

No. It was a countermove.

Victor was useless in battle, but he guarded food like treasure.

The moment he learned the castle gates had fallen, he gave up the walls. Instead, he rushed his best troops here. Two full divisions. Twenty thousand soldiers. Their goal was clear. Hold the Supply Depot at all costs. Use it as leverage to bargain or as cover for retreat.

Twenty thousand against three thousand.

They were full of energy and well armed. Hyena guards, backed by vampire enforcers. We were not. We were a strike force worn down by days of nonstop fighting.

“Don’t panic!” I pulled hard on my warhorse and raised my gauntlet. A silver wolf shadow rose behind me. “We have no way back! If we don’t take this depot, even though our army wins the war, they will starve! If we want to live-kill!”

“Kill!”

Three thousand soldiers’ voices roared back. Desperate. Wild. We slammed into the enemy line.

This was not a fair fight. It was a meat grinder. It was a test of will.

I stopped holding back. I let Diana loose.

My silver werewolf form became a flash across the battlefield.

Every strike of my gauntlets took a life. My claws tore through throats, again and again.

But around me, our people kept falling one by one.

“Cindy! Watch out!” Tyrone lunged forward and threw his back in front of me, blocking a surprise magical fireball.

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He grunted as the blast hit him. The fur on his back burned black in an instant. But even then, he swung his staff and smashed the attacker’s skull in one clean strike.

“Tyrone!”

“I’m not dead yet!” he shouted, spitting out blood and flashing a fierce grin. “Keep fighting!”

We were surrounded.

Enemies poured in like a flood. There seemed to be no end to them.

Just as our strength was about to run out, chaos erupted behind enemy lines.

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