The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey (Thora and Darius) novel Chapter 476

By the time Thora and her team reached the Golden Triad, Tristan's group had also arrived safely at the city where the deal was set to take place.

Their core objective was to pinpoint the exact location of the counterfeit syndicate's headquarters—and strike the moment all eyes were on the deal, when the base's defenses would be at their weakest.

Thora's squad was the first among all Blue Star Military Academy mission teams to touch down in the Golden Triad.

The moment they landed, Luke activated comms while Thora swapped to an entirely different communicator.

At Blue Star Military Academy, every cadet was issued a designated communicator and wasn't allowed to freely contact the outside world. What she was using now was her own personal device.

The second the line connected, a chorus of voices flooded the earpiece, so excited they were practically losing it. "Holy crap! Boss, you're finally here!"

"Boss, I missed you so much I could cry!"

The familiar voices instantly filled the channel, and even Thora couldn't stop the faint smile tugging at her lips. She shot back with a hint of amusement, "Oh yeah? Miss me that much? Sounds like you're begging me to come whip you all back into shape."

The wailing on the other end cut off instantly.

Even from miles away, Shirley and Luke could clearly feel the barely contained excitement—and the unmistakable flicker of panic radiating through the communicator.

The voices on the other end belonged to people they hadn't seen in a long time—Ashton, Harvey, Dominic, and the rest.

Though they hadn't made it into Blue Star Military Academy, they'd never stopped pushing themselves. Operating under the banner of Ashwolf, they'd been running missions all over the world, sharpening their skills with every job.

Thora's smile vanished as quickly as it came, her expression turning serious. "Cut the chatter. Talk to me. What's the situation?"

Ashton, incapable as ever of keeping things brief, answered with a grin. "Boss, we've been tracking a drug lord out here in the Golden Triad for the past few months. But the second we heard you were coming, we were ready to drop everything and wait for your orders!"

A wave of enthusiastic agreement echoed from the others on the line.

From the sound of things, they were in good shape. That was enough for Thora. No need for further instructions. She turned her full focus to the mission at hand.

The Golden Triad was a highly autonomous region—vast in territory, yet steeped in chaos, with the threat of death lurking around every corner.

Aside from Shirley and Luke, who stayed close at her side, Thora had the remaining eight operatives scatter and blend into the crowds. They served a dual purpose—acting as concealed backup while covertly surveilling the surrounding area.

In a lawless melting pot like this, the fewer people moving together, the less attention you drew. But none of them were ever far enough apart to lose the ability to reinforce each other the instant something went sideways.

The deal on Tristan's end wasn't set to go down for another day, so Thora's team was in no rush. They spent the time quietly mapping out the Golden Triad's overall landscape, laying the groundwork for what came next.

Then, without warning, Thora's instincts flared. She sensed a gaze locked directly onto her.

Her eyes snapped up instantly, cutting toward a tall building not far away...