Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

Chapter 329

329 An Unwelcomed Old Acquaintance

Selma Payne’s POV:

In the suburbs, on a desolate plain.

The rain made the ground muddy, and every step taken felt like thousands of tentacles clinging to the soles of my shoes. For convenience, we’d all shifted to our wolf form.

The black and gold wings on my back obviously couldn’t be hidden at all, and it was extremely abrupt to shift the wolf shape without changing the leader. But still, stay quiet when it was time to stay quiet. The soldiers all focused on their way as if they didn’t see anything, as if the fluorescent wings behind me were air.

Thanks to my superior vision, I could see a frog hundreds of meters away, even on a hazy night. The commotion of the chaotic battle couldn’t escape my eyes, and our side, which had the advantage in numbers, was at a disadvantage. I didn’t dare to delay any longer and immediately sped up to reinforce them.

As they got closer and closer, the situation of our battle with the wanderers gradually came into everyone’s view. There were only seven wanderers, and these seven could easily resist nearly sixty people’s encirclement. They could even suppress most people.

Aldrich, or Morgan, was commanding the wolf soldiers to find a breakthrough. Seeing the reinforcements arrive, he was relieved.

As I joined the battle, I asked, “What’s going on? Don’t tell me that this bunch of wandering b*stards suddenly ate spinach and became so powerful that they beat you all up!”

“I’m also confused.” Morgan smiled bitterly. “These wanderers suddenly went crazy and attacked without regard for their lives. Their physical fitness increased several times and even exceeded the physiological limit of normal werewolves. Their muscles are as hard as gold. Who knows if they’ve watched too many Marvel movies and made some illegal modifications to themselves!”

Looking at the red eyes under the lids of the werewolves and the strange posture of the half-human, half-wolf, I immediately understood the reason for everything. Evil power concentrate. These fearless dregs used this on themselves.

No, that was not right. These wanderers were hiding here and there to survive. Did they have the determination to give up their lives and use the poison that had a slim chance of survival on me? More than half of the wanderers pursued by the army had surrendered when they saw that things were not going well. Why was this pathetic group so loyal to Leviathan and would rather die than be caught by us?

I carefully observed the movements of the seven stray werewolves, and as expected, I found some clues. Only six werewolves attacked as if they had rabies, and although the remaining one looked quite crazy, he kept hiding within the protective circle of the other werewolves. His behavior was not so reckless, and he even knew how to use his companions to block the attacks for him.

I tried to attack him, but he dodged it in a sorry state. However, my sharp claws pierced through the thigh of his companion.

That was right. It was him! He was the one who did everything!

All of this might not have been the stray werewolf’s will, but the only sober one who had done it behind his companion’s back. He used his companions to protect himself, which meant that he had a reason to escape, and his companions might not know anything about it, so the reason must be very important.

This was the border between werewolves and elves. If one thought about the city-states of the elves that were being polluted, this werewolf might have had an important reason to meet with his ‘friends’ outside the territory.

I couldn’t let him off!

“Focus your attacks on the man in the green sweater!” I immediately ordered the soldiers, “The other werewolves are not important. Capture the one in the green sweater, dead or alive!”

Seeing that the other party wanted to fight to the death with us, I didn’t have to ask for them to be alive. We had a werewolf grandmaster who was good at sorcery related to the soul. It will be the same to interrogate his soul.

The one in the green sweater realized he had been exposed, so he stopped pestering us and turned to escape. The other werewolves took the initiative to block the path for him, but it was to no avail. I no longer hid my power and got rid of the burden blocking my way as if I was cutting vegetables. I then charged toward the green-clothed man running toward the Elf Forest.

So what if he was contaminated by evil energy? They had cheated, and I wasn’t an ordinary player either. A god’s reconstructed body was better than a demon’s inferior product. I didn’t even have to run 500 meters before I pounced on the werewolf and grabbed its neck.

The wind and rain blew off my hood. With the help of the faint moonlight, I could finally see the face hidden in the shadows.

What surprised me was that I felt that this person was very familiar, especially with that hideous knife scar on his face. I must have seen him somewhere before.

The warriors had rushed over from behind me and immediately bound him tightly. The stray werewolf, whose joints had been dislocated, seemed not to feel any pain. He smiled at me and said, “We meet again, Miss. Why is our encounter so embarrassing? I’m embarrassed to be in such a sorry state in front of such a beautiful lady like you.”

His glib tongue made certain fragments of my memories even more vivid. Looking at his frivolous expression, I blurted out, “Are you Locke?”

“Congratulations, you’re right.” Locke turned around and spat out a mouthful of blood. “What’s the old saying again? The tables have turned. I caught you the last time we met, and it’s the other way around this time. This is also fate, right?”