The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey (Thora and Darius) novel Chapter 143

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**Shadows Hearts by Joseph King**
**Chapter 143: Tristan Wants Candy**

Ashton leaned back against the wall, a smirk dancing across his lips. “You know, our boss is only interested in missions and results. Hate to break it to you, but your little fantasy? It’s probably sinking faster than a stone.” His tone was laced with a mocking edge, and he reveled in the knowledge that the others were still oblivious to the fact that their commander was a woman. Keeping that secret made him feel a surge of superiority, a little victory he cherished.

“Piss off,” Tristan shot back, his voice sharp and filled with irritation. The tension in the air crackled as he glared at Ashton, his frustration simmering just beneath the surface.

Harvey, always ready for a challenge, stepped forward, his voice low and threatening. “You wanna spar?” he asked, fists clenched, eyes glinting with competitive fire.

Tristan let out a cold, humorless laugh. “Bring it on. I didn’t get to unleash my full potential with the boss anyway.” His words hung in the air, a challenge that was impossible to ignore.

Without another word, Harvey swung his fist, the air whooshing as it cut through the space between them.

And just like that, the fight ignited once more.

No one in the room was surprised; it was practically a foregone conclusion that Harvey would end up on the floor, defeated. The cycle was familiar—sometimes Harvey managed to get the upper hand on Ashton, other times it was Ashton who put Harvey in his place. Yet, despite their fierce rivalry, neither would allow anyone else to touch the other. Their bond was strange but unbreakable.

Thora stood off to the side, arms crossed, observing the chaos unfold. She didn’t intervene; she understood the dynamics of their peculiar team. Everyone here knew their boundaries, and even in the heat of battle, no one ever crossed the line into true harm. This wasn’t a group that bonded over warm hugs or heartfelt conversations. They were a force to be reckoned with, a team that made enemies tremble and tore through the battlefield like a tempest. Each member had to embody the essence of a beast—feral, sharp-edged, just like the name they bore: Wolffang Unit. Every fang, lethal and ready to strike.

Luke, with a lollipop dangling from his lips—a gift from Shirley—was busy dissecting the fight with analytical precision, turning the chaos into tactical diagrams. The rest of the team leaned in, captivated by the display. Seriously, how many people got the opportunity to study a fight at the level of the Astralis Empire as if it were a scene from a textbook?

Shirley, noticing Thora’s gaze fixed on Harvey and Tristan, approached her with a determined look. “Thora,” she called, her voice bright and cheerful.

“Yeah?” Thora replied, turning her head to meet Shirley’s expectant gaze. She noticed the girl’s lips pressed together, her wide, eager eyes sparkling with anticipation.

A slight frown crossed Thora’s face as she reached out to pat Shirley’s head, a gesture of affection she had grown accustomed to. “Good girl,” she said casually, her tone softening.

Shirley had become the unofficial mascot of the base, her innocent charm winning over even the toughest of the team. Even Alger, who had once nearly ended her life in a training mishap, had succumbed to her sweet nature.

Meanwhile, Tristan was still locked in his battle with Harvey. As he caught sight of Thora and Shirley, a flicker of distraction crossed his face.

Seizing the opportunity, Harvey delivered a solid punch to Tristan’s chest, sending him crashing backward onto the ground. The impact was jarring, but Tristan quickly pushed himself up, wiping the scrape from his cheek. His eyes darted momentarily to Thora and Shirley before he turned away, a storm brewing behind his gaze.