The Lightning Wolf Chronicles (Evelyn and Nadia) novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100: So We Can Talk

Evelyn’s POV

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“Do we really need the cart? I gestured at the vehicle Rowan pointed to. “Seemske a waste of fuel when we could just walk.

Why burn energy walking when we could use it training?” Rowan’s eyebrow arch. Besides, the paths here are more fun than you’d think.”

He started the engine, taking us up the winding mountain path. What should’ve been a peaceful ten-minute drive turned into Rowan’s personal rally course bumpy trails, sharp turns, and near-rollovers included. Behind us, Aria whooped ke she was on a roller coaster.

The training ground took my breath away. Unlike the manufactured structures at the training center, this place blended seamlessly with nature. A combat circle with white boundary lines sat in a clearing near the lake, surrounded by climbing equipment built into the trees. Ropes and nets hung from branches, while wooden platforms nestled in the canopy created perfect jumping courses. Sunlight glinted off the lake’s surface, the castle’s silhouette rising majestically in the distance.

“This beats the Sentinel center any day,” Aria said, stretching her arms. “That place is too… perfect. This is what real combat feels like.”

We spent hours training. Aria surprised me with her skill – quick reactions, unpredictable movements, and an uncanny ability to find gaps in my defense. By the time we finished, every muscle in my body complained, but I’d learned more than I’d expected.

“Going to rinse off,” I said, wiping sweat from my forehead. “Back in a few.”

“Don’t wander,” Rowan called while collecting equipment. “Thirty minutes, tops.”

I followed a path to a secluded bay, checked that I was alone, then stripped to my underwear and waded in. The cool water instantly soothed my aching muscles, and I ducked under to wash away the sweat and grime.

When I surfaced, the silence hit me. No birds, no insects – nothing. The forest had gone completely still. I scanned the shoreline, every nerve suddenly alert.

A low growl broke the silence. From the bushes, a massive gray-brown wolf lunge straight for my throat.

I dove deeper, letting water slow its attack while I started shifting. The familiar in tore through me, but adrenaline sped the transformation. Silver-blue fur erupted across my skin as bones reorganized and muscles reshaped themselve

I burst from the water to face my attacker on shore. This wasn’t just any wolf-iwas a rogue, either exiled or voluntarily separated from a pack. Filthy fur. bloodshot eyes, and nearly twice my size. Worse, it hadn’t come alone.

Four more roques emerged from the trees, forming a semi-circle around me. They reeked of decay and old blood, a scent that should ve been impossible to

miss.

They masked their scent, my wolf realized. That’s… not normal.

The first wolf charged. I sidestepped and snapped at its flank, barely grazing the fur. It had size and strength, I had speed and agility. We rolled in the mud, locked in a deadly dance – it trying to pin me down, me constantly moving and searching for openings

A familiar howl echoed from the forest Ariat Seconds later, a brown woll burst to the clearing, throwing herself at two of the rogues without hesitation. Her eyes flashed with fierce determination as she fought.

From another direction came Rowan, his deep brown form darting between attacks. One rogue caught him by the neck, drawing blood and pulling a pained howl from his throat.

Seeing Alistair’s mate injured flipped a switch inside me. With a snarl, I slammento the rogue attacking Rowan, knocking it sideways. It recovered quickly,

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Chapter 100: So We Can Talk

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circling me with malice in its eyes before lunging. I dodged, but not fast enough claws raked my hind leg, making me stumble. It seized the advantage, jaws wide for my throat.

I leaned back instinctively, but its teeth still sank into my side. Pain exploded through me as I fought back desperately until it finally let go.

Aria battled two rogues at once, her movements growing slower as exhaustion and injuries took their toll. The remaining two prowled the forest edge, almost like sentries. This wasn’t random – it was coordinated.

A commanding howl split the air as a powerful aura blanketed the clearing. Sever large wolves burst from the forest – the Sentinels had arrived, led by Alistair’s massive black form, eyes glowing crimson.

I seized the distraction to lunge at my attacker, catching its throat precisely between my jaws. Not killing – we needed information – but definitely immobilizing. The taste made my stomach turn, but I held firm.

Alistair approached, checking me with worried eyes before his gaze hardened at the rogue beneath me. Pure Alpha energy radiated from him, along with a bone-shaking growl.

I released the now-subdued rogue, trying not to favor my injured leg. Alistair moved beside me, letting me lean against him for support while making it look

like a protective stance.

“Two dead, Alpha Prince, a Sentinel reported.

“This one’s breathing, but barely, called another who resembled Aria.

“Take the survivors to the dungeon,” Taric ordered. “Minimal treatment. Have Dr. Diana force the shift, then collar them.”

The Sentinels moved with practiced efficiency. Alistair and I remained in wolf form; I wasn’t about to shift back naked in front of everyone.

Taric approached with a shirt. “For you,” he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. “Alistair will shield you. Shift back so we can talk.”

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