The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey (Thora and Darius) novel Chapter 75

**Shadows Hearts by Joseph King**
**Chapter 75: The Silent Hunt**

In the dimly lit corridor, Lance methodically holstered his pistol, his piercing icy blue eyes narrowing with a calculated focus. He pivoted sharply, directing his weapon towards a concealed corner and fired, the bullet striking its target with a resounding crack. The hidden camera shattered, its remnants crashing to the ground in a cacophony of glass and metal.

“Interesting,” he murmured, a flicker of intrigue dancing in his cold gaze. “Tell everyone to destroy every surveillance camera. Now.” His voice was calm, but the urgency behind his words was palpable.

With a deliberate motion, he raised his hand toward the place where the lens had once been, a dark purple glow intertwined with an ethereal wolf energy shimmering in his palm. Sparks erupted from his fingertips, leaping toward the severed wire that lay exposed behind the wreckage of the camera. In an instant, a surge of electric current raced along the line, coursing through the connections like a predator on the hunt, seeking its prey.

Meanwhile, in the depths of the basement, Luke was immersed in the task of dismantling Astralis College’s intricate defense network. Just as he felt the thrill of success, a jarring burst of static erupted from his keyboard, jolting him upright and sending a wave of tension coursing through his body. An unsettling sensation crept over him, a prickling awareness that he was being watched, sending a chill spiraling down his spine.

Lance, his hand now lowered, observed the live feed from the basement with an intensity that could pierce steel. “Basement?” he queried, his voice low and steady, as if he were merely discussing the weather.

“Boss,” Julio interjected, appearing from the shadows like a specter. “Our men are sweeping the entire campus, but we still haven’t located the two targets Alissa mentioned.”

Lance’s expression remained inscrutable, yet a sharp smile tugged at the corners of his lips, hinting at the storm brewing within. “Understood,” he replied, his tone betraying nothing.

Before he could take another step, the radio clipped to his waist crackled to life with urgency.

“Report. We found two of our men dead in the hallway of Teaching Building A.”

Another voice cut in, frantic and breathless.

“Report. One of ours is down in the activity area.”

“Report! We’ve engaged in heavy fire in the activity zone. There are at least ten enemies, one of them a sniper. They’re heading toward Zone D!”

Sharkie, his frustration boiling over, nearly hurled the radio to the ground, his anger palpable in the air.

Even Julio’s brow furrowed in disbelief. “Our men are veterans. How could they be ambushed so easily?”

Though he appeared youthful, Julio was as shrewd and ruthless as Sharkie and Alissa, a testament to the harsh realities of their world.

Lance spoke with an eerie calmness, his voice steady and unwavering. “Precisely because they are veterans. Their confidence—too much confidence—led them to split into smaller units to cover more ground. The enemy may be weaker up close, but they excel at range and strike hard. Add a sniper into the mix, and even the most seasoned mercenaries can fall if they let their guard down.”

His gaze shifted toward the edge of Astralis College, a predatory gleam igniting within. “They’re coming in.”

A slight curve formed on his lips, and with a decisive turn, he began to walk away, his presence commanding and resolute.

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