Wolfless? No! Call Me Alpha Commander! novel Chapter 507

Chapter 507 Who Are You?

The instant the gunshot rang out, the white figure not far from the cabin suddenly stopped in his tracks.

A surge of black energy exploded around him. In just a second, the grass and trees nearby withered and turned dark.

The next moment, he vanished without a trace.

“Alright. Take her,” Colin ordered in a low voice.

Two men in black immediately stepped forward to lift Thora. But before they could even touch her, their bodies suddenly began to convulse. Their limbs shriveled at a visible speed, drying up and shrinking.

In less than five seconds, they turned into two mummified corpses and collapsed to the ground.

Everyone sucked in a sharp breath. Colin, Anne, and Logres went pale, their eyes filled with fear.

Only Thora, even with her vision spinning and doubling, clearly saw what had just happened.

It was Darius.

He was here.

She could feel it.

The toxin had suppressed her healing ability. Blood kept pouring from her shoulder blade, and her face grew paler by the second.

Suddenly, a fierce gust of wind swept in through the doorway.

Before anyone could react, a figure was already standing beside her.

He scooped Thora up into his arms.

Even though the neurotoxin still made her body twitch and stiffen from time to time, she seemed slightly more relaxed than before.

Blood from her shoulder soaked most of her body red. The wound was so deep that bone was visible. Yet she didn’t make a single sound. She was calm, as if nothing had happened.

When she lifted her eyes, she saw a familiar face through her blurred vision. “You came…” she murmured.

But when she saw those obsidian-brown pupils, her heart tightened. It was Draven, not Darius.

As soon as the words left her lips, she slowly closed her eyes, as if she had fallen asleep.

In reality, the neurotoxin and massive blood loss had finally knocked her unconscious.

No matter how strong her body was, she was still flesh and blood. She couldn’t endure that kind of double blow.

Anne and the others instinctively stepped back. The aura radiating from the man made fear rise from their bones-especially after seeing those two dried corpses. was too strange, too horrifying.

What kind of power was that?

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Chapter 507 Who Are You?

“Who are you?!” Logres shouted, forcing down his fear.

Holding Thora in his arms, Draven slowly lifted his head.

His handsome features were now terrifyingly cold. His eyes were sharper than blades. Just one him made people feel like their skin was being cut.

His white shirt had already been dyed red by Thora’s blood.

“Who gave you permission to hurt her?” he asked slowly each word heavy as a drumbeat.

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The moment he finished speaking, black branches suddenly sprouted from the ground, spreading wildly with Draven at the center. The smell of death instantly flooded the entire area.

A faint smile curved his lips, his chilling aura forcing everyone to retreat.

“My brother will be very angry. And I… will be very angry too.”

It sounded like he was talking to himself.

Then the suffocating aura of death crashed down from all sides. The entire cabin was swallowed by black

mist.

“Ahhh!”

Screams echoed one after another.

Everyone touched by the black, shadowy branches instantly turned into dried corpses, just like the two men before.

Hell.

That was true hell on earth.

“Run!” Anne realized something was wrong and shouted sharply.

Logres cursed and charged forward with his gun. He refused to believe Draven couldn’t be killed.

But the moment he took a step, his foot landed on one of the spreading shadows.

In an instant, he dropped to his knees. The skin on his hands and face peeled away, exposing white bone. His limbs shriveled rapidly, and he became a dried corpse within seconds.

“Logres!” Anne screamed, glaring at Draven with hatred before turning and fleeing like a madwoman.

Rage surged in Draven’s eyes. His pupils glowed red, as if flames were burning everything in their path.

No one would be left alive!

But then, he saw Thora in his arms. Her face was drained of all color. He abruptly pulled back his killing intent. He no longer cared about Anne escaping.

His eyes instantly filled with panic. Looking down at Thora, he seemed like a helpless child. He called softly,

“Thora… Thora…”

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