The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey (Thora and Darius) novel Chapter 76

**Shadows Hearts by Joseph King**
**Chapter 76: The One Who Leads**

As the tension in the air thickened, a handful of silhouettes emerged from the depths of darkness, stepping into the dim light that flickered around them.

“Felix.”

The voice, unmistakably familiar, pierced through the silence, prompting Felix to whirl around instinctively.

Upon recognizing the face he had come to cherish, a wave of relief washed over him, loosening the tight knot that had been constricting his chest.

“Thora!” he exclaimed, the joy surging through him like a burst of sunlight breaking through a stormy sky.

However, as he uttered her name, his gaze drifted behind her, and a chill crept over him. The figures standing in her wake were not just there for support; they were armed.

In addition to Harvey and Ashton, Felix’s eyes widened as he recognized several others—young heirs from the prominent military werewolf families. They stood resolutely behind Thora, weapons gripped tightly in their hands, their expressions hard and resolute, pride gleaming in their eyes like a polished blade.

Felix didn’t need to ask how this had come to be. The mercenaries sprawled lifelessly around them were a testament to Thora’s capability.

Her arrival was like a beacon of hope, dispelling the fear that had kept the trapped students paralyzed. One by one, they began to rise from their crouched positions, their eyes wide, a mixture of shock and admiration dancing within them.

A dozen figures stood there, guns drawn, resembling iron giants ready to defend their realm.

Though they numbered barely more than ten, they bore the weight and discipline of a full military unit, each movement precise and deliberate.

They donned the same school uniforms familiar to all, the same faces that graced the halls of Astralis College daily—yet now, they appeared transformed, exuding an aura of power and determination that was undeniably different.

This moment would etch itself into the memories of every student at Astralis College, a vivid snapshot forever replaying in their minds.

Thora, holding a submachine gun with an air of confidence, took two deliberate steps forward. Her icy gaze swept across the room, assessing the situation with a calm that belied the chaos surrounding them.

“They’ll be here any minute,” she declared, her voice steady and unwavering. “If you know how to shoot, step up and grab the guns off the bodies.”

Each word she spoke resonated with authority, striking firm and clear against the backdrop of apprehension. “Protect yourselves and your friends.”

Felix understood the gravity of her actions; she had intentionally left a trail to lure the mercenaries away. It was a calculated risk, but one that was necessary to keep Luke and the others safe.

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