The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey (Thora and Darius) novel Chapter 261

Chapter 261 One Hour Left

Ryan glanced back at the group one more time.

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Some of them were standing, and some were crouching. Even though the group looked relaxed, somehow, they still had a presence that kept everyone else at a distance.

Each of them gave off their own distinct aura, their personalities sharp and clear.

What stood out most was that, although a few of them were quite young, they already had the steadiness and maturity of seasoned warriors.

Ryan was a seasoned veteran-he could spot the difference between regular people and real fighters instantly.

But these people were nothing like ordinary soldiers. They were outliers-people who broke the mold.

If they really were soldiers from the Astralis Empire, there was only one answer for their identities. They had to be from the Wolffang Unit.

He couldn’t help but look forward to facing them for real.

A small smile tugged at Ryan’s lips as he swung his backpack and strode through the archway.

“One hour left,” Luke announced.

“Still can’t reach Boss?” Dominic frowned.

Luke shook his head. “No luck.”

Ashton was getting restless, draping his arm over Harvey’s shoulder.

“What’s Boss doing? What if she can’t make it in time?”

Harvey crossed his arms, his face dark.

“We’ve still got an hour. What’s the rush?” Tristan said, voice steady.

“Exactly. There’s still an hour left, no need to panic. Why not take a nap? The sun’s perfect for sleeping today. Once you wake up, Boss will be here.”

At some point, Shirley had climbed up a nearby tree, chewing a lollipop. Her legs swung as she lounged in the branches, looking completely carefree.

To the others, she looked simply adorable.

“If Thora doesn’t show up, I’m not going in either,” Shirley mumbled, then rolled over and fell asleep right

there in the tree.

Luke moved under the shade, opened his laptop, and got to work like nothing was wrong.

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Tristan sat down too, polishing his combat knife. Its polished blade reflected his handsome profile, his lips set in a hard line.

Ashton and Harvey exchanged a look and shrugged.

For them, it was simple: they only followed Thora. If she showed up, they’d go in.

If not, they wouldn’t go in either.

For, Dominic, it was simple-he just did what he was told.

If Thora were there, he’d follow her. If not, he’d follow Tristan.

Thora sprinted with everything she had.

But the road was under strict control-no transforming into wolf form here. She had to rely on her own legs.

But no matter how fast she ran, she couldn’t defy gravity.

Now I finally get why Shirley is always raving about Superman. Flying really would be the best way to get anywhere fast.

Just then, the roar of engines broke through the silence.

The sound put everyone on edge, like a guitar string stretched to the breaking point.

Thora skidded to a stop and checked the pavement-there were tire marks everywhere, all fresh and fast.

Sports cars?

Perfect. She wouldn’t have to waste time finding a ride.

Vroom, vroom!

Engines grew louder and louder.

A pack of sports cars, trailing dust in their wake, sped toward her.

Thora stood by the road, listening carefully to each engine, judging their speed and power.

Through the earpieces of the drivers, a few men’s voices came through.

“Why’s Roxen so slow?”

“He says he couldn’t care less about the military academy recruitment. Says he’d rather enjoy the view.”

“Well, that’s ‘Prince Roxen’ for you. He always does his own thing.”

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