The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey (Thora and Darius) novel Chapter 68

**Shadows Hearts by Joseph King**

**Chapter 68: Crossfire**

In the dim light of the cramped space, a woman stood defiantly before them, her upper body clad only in a camo bandeau brimming with ammunition. The bronze hue of her skin shimmered with a vibrant, untamed energy, accentuating her striking features that exuded a fierce, exotic allure. There was something primal about her presence, as if she were a force of nature ready to unleash chaos.

Her voice, when she spoke, was laced with the rough accent of the Astralis tongue, each word dripping with an untamed wildness. Occasionally, her eyes flashed with a feral glint, the pupils narrowing like those of a predator sizing up its prey. The way she regarded Thora was chilling, as if she could see right through her, assessing her worth and deeming her already defeated.

Thora met her gaze with an unsettling calmness, the corners of her mouth twisting into a cold smirk. “A rat?” she mused, the sarcasm dripping from her words.

Her eyes darted past Alissa, landing on two mercenaries clad in camouflage, their rifles aimed squarely at her. The tension in the air thickened, each heartbeat echoing like a drum in the silence.

“I’d say the tiger fits better,” the woman retorted, her voice a low growl. In a heartbeat, Thora shifted her stance, her hand slicing through the air with precision, knocking the weapon from Alissa’s grip with a swift chop.

The space was tight, stifling almost. Alissa knew she couldn’t transform into her wolf form here, but even in her human guise, she was more than capable of handling a teenager who hadn’t yet awakened her wolf spirit. With determination, she swung a punch, her fist slicing through the air.

Alissa held back, deliberately restraining her wolf strength, while Thora concealed her own power as well. They both understood the stakes—any surge of energy could trigger the bombs that lay in wait, turning them all into mere ashes.

And so, they fought with bare hands, a clash of wills and skill.

In an instant, Thora erupted into action, her movements swift and fluid, cutting through the air with a sharp hiss. The two mercenaries attempted to take aim, but Thora’s agility blurred her form, and she and Alissa became a whirlwind of motion, their bodies intertwining in a dance of combat. There was no chance for a clear shot amidst the chaos.

Meanwhile, from a distant vantage point, a sniper’s scope locked onto the unfolding scene. The red dot glided over the mercenaries and Alissa, while Shirley, the sniper, deliberately avoided Thora, her finger poised over the trigger, waiting for the perfect moment.

Then, without warning, the two mercenaries aiming at Thora collapsed, one after the other, their bodies falling silently to the ground.

Alissa’s heart raced as she witnessed the scene, her slit pupils narrowing in realization. A sniper!

Seizing the moment, she struck Thora with a quick chop, using the momentum to roll across the floor. Grabbing her pistol, she ducked behind a sturdy pillar, her breath coming in sharp gasps. Her knuckles turned white around the grip of the gun, her mind racing.

That girl hadn’t even awakened her wolf spirit, yet her moves were sharper than those of a seasoned killer. Alissa winced at the memory of that strike—it had nearly shattered her wrist. If it weren’t for the looming threat of the bombs, she would have shifted and torn her opponent apart without hesitation.

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