Wolfless? No! Call Me Alpha Commander! novel Chapter 482

Chapter 482 Frost’s Left Arm

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The moment those words left his lips, every member of Greywolf surged forward as if they’d been injected with adrenaline, their assault growing fiercer by the second.

Frost, Mace, and Sierra’s wolf power spiked instantly as they threw themselves into battle against Greywolf’s top fighters.

Frost’s eyes were bloodshot as he charged straight for Lance.

Mace was formidable on his own, but under the combined assault of Sharkie, Julio, and the others, he was quickly overwhelmed.

In the end, it was Julio’s silver claws-laced with an aura of death—that pierced clean through Mace’s body, practically impaling him on the blades. Only then did the struggle come to its brutal conclusion.

Sharkie and Alissa both wore looks of irritation-Julio always swooped in to steal the kill.

A sharp glint passed through Thora’s eyes. She knew Greywolf rarely engaged in direct confrontation, but Lance’s inner circle-Sharkie and the rest-were each terrifyingly powerful in their own right.

Compared to Ashwolf, Greywolf’s individual combat ability was on another level entirely. Outside of Thora herself, Ashwolf’s strongest fighter was Tristan. But every single one of Lance’s top operatives was at least Tristan’s equal, if not stronger.

Greywolf’s people had spent their entire lives dancing on the edge of death. Their combat ability existed for one purpose alone-survival, mission completion, and killing. Ashwolf’s strength lay in teamwork and coordination, where every member had checks and balances. At the end of the day, they were still “normal people,” and against a pack of rule-breaking lunatics like Greywolf, their raw hitting power fell just a step short.

That was the difference between Greywolf and Ashwolf. And it was the difference between her and Lance.

The battle was nearing its end.

Even with Frost and Sierra fighting together, they were no match for Lance. He held them both at bay with effortless control.

Thora knew that both Frost and Sierra possessed B-rank abilities. Sierra’s power amplified her stealth techniques and twin daggers, making her the more dangerous fighter of the two. Frost, by comparison, was relatively unremarkable.

Sure enough, Sierra’s twin daggers shot toward Lance like bolts of lightning, vanishing mid-flight. She herself disappeared along with them, her stealth techniques erasing every trace of her presence.

A flicker of amusement sparked in Lance’s eyes. He placed one foot on Frost’s chest, the sol combat boot grinding down hard, pinning him in place

Then Lance’s ear twitched. A blade sliced past, barely grazing his earlobe. A second blade follow its heels.

Lance’s gaze sharpened. His ability activated in an instant, and the two blades still in mid-flight slan into the ground as if yanked down by an invisible hand

Thora’s brow creased slightly-he’d altered gravity.

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Chapter 482 Frost’s Left Arm

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Sierra was suddenly struck by an unseen force, hurled through the air, and smashed into the ground, unable

to move.

Alissa rushed forward to pin Sierra down, dagger in hand, ready to finish her on the spot-but a single gesture from Lance stopped her cold.

Lance reached up and touched his ear. The tip had been nicked by one of the blades, a thin line of blood beading along the cut.

He glanced at the crimson on his fingertip, and a sliver of cold amusement crossed his face. “Actually managed to draw blood. Not bad.” Before the words had fully settled, the wound on his ear had already sealed shut.

Then Lance’s gaze dropped to Frost, still pinned beneath his boot. His voice was flat and devoid of emotion. “You’re the one who hurt Julio?”

Frost let out a cold grunt, but his eyes were locked on the restrained Sierra. His voice carried a thread of desperate resolve. “Let her go!”

Lance’s foot drove down with sudden, crushing force. Frost let out a bloodcurdling scream as the unmistakable sound of bones shattering filled the air- sounded as though every bone in his body was being ground to dust.

“You went after Julio’s left hand, didn’t you?” Lance spoke without a shred of emotion.

Before the echo of his words had faded, his boot came down on Frost’s left shoulder.

Crack!

The sound of bone being pulverized was sharp enough o make your teeth ache.

“Ahhh!”

“Frost!” Sierra screamed from the depths of her soul, her face contorted in pure despair.

Frost’s left arm was destroyed.

Thora’s fingers tapped lightly against her thigh, a quiet understanding passing through her gaze-Lance was avenging his own. And in that regard, the two of them were startlingly alike.

Lance’s lips curved as his black boot slowly drifted toward Frost’s throat. One more stomp and would collapse. Dead on the spot.

“No! Don’t!” Sierra’s face was drenched in tears as she thrashed against her restraints. “Please, le

Frost continued to glare coldly at Lance. Only when he heard Sierra’s voice did he painfully turn look at her.

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