Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 613

Chapter 113 : Breles Destroyed

*Xander*

It was full night now, and the sounds of battle were echoing through the desolate streets as I followed three armor-clad wolves through the outskirts of Breles, followed by John and Colton, the three of us still in our human forms and decked out in knives, swords, and spears.

In some ways, wolves were at a disadvantage against the vampires. Vampires were fast and agile, and could easily subdue even the fastest wolf. But wolves had an advantage–their senses. They would sniff out the hives, and their sense of sight was far superior to the vampires, even in the dark.

While in battle, the warriors were working in teams, one man assigned to one warrior in their wolf form. The wolves would draw out the vampires, and their partners would finish the job with their wooden blades and spears.

It was a messy business, and hundreds if not thousands of the allied forces had been killed.

We were lurking in the shadows of the commercial buildings near the front lines. The three wolves guiding us through the dark were only a few paces in front of us, their noses working overtime as they led us around the main battle, away from the conflict.

I wasn’t sure how much farther we had to travel before we reached the edge of the city. Once we reached the open fields outside of Breles, once dedicated to farmland that was little more than ash now, we’d ride on the backs of the three wolves all the way to Crimson Creek.

I’d chosen my best warriors for this reason, those strong and hearty wolves who were trained for endurance rather than technique in combat. John and Colton were an example of my warriors who had hand-to-hand, or snout-to-snout, combat experience and training. In their wolf forms, they were lean and agile. But their real power was in their human forms, each of them quick-footed and capable with a variety of weapons. I needed every skill set imaginable to make it to Crimson Creek.

The group of wolves halted abruptly and we nearly tripped over them. They turned around, snarling at the darkened alleyway behind us as frantic footsteps echoed through the narrow space.

I raised my hand to command the wolves to settle as Oliver approached.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I growled in a low whisper. Oliver clapped me on the shoulder, leaning at the waist to catch his breath.

“I’m going with you.”

“No. I’m not risking you, Oliver. You’re one of the princes–”

“Do you think I give a f**k? Adrian and I have made the journey to Crimson Creek before, remember, when you got swooped up by that winged beast? You guys have no f*****g clue where you’re going, but I do. I’m not arguing about this. I’m going.”

the retort as one wolf’s ears pricked up and it turned its

wolf said through the

behind, Oliver walking nearly shoulder

full view of John. John was taller than me by two inches, and I was an

snorted, turning toward the darkened street we

for a few more blocks before the wolves came to an

group of four or five running out of a shopfront with their cloaks trailing in their wake. One of them stopped and looked right at us, his elongated fangs gleaming in the moonlight. The wolves stood guard in front

a blur of movement. The wolves scattered as they were told to do in this situation, running wide circles around the vampires to disorient

embers in the moonlight as he bellowed,

through the vampire’s heart. The vampire turned into a heap of ash and clothing

My target had more fight in him, however, and knocked the first wooden blade out

I swung it through the night, pointing it at the vampire. The vampire smirked, actually smirked as it took a step forward

vampire jumped out of the way, his speed too great. Thus began what felt like a long, drawn-out dance as I battled with the vampire. John and Colton were battling with another exceedingly stealthy vampire behind me,

before me, this time slicing through his arm. He hissed in pain, screeching as his severed arm

body dissolving into ash as I sheathed the sword and turned to where John and Colton were subduing their foe. Colton delivered the final, deathly blow with a wooden blade through

the wolves tear into the two vampires, and in a blink of an eye, the vampires disappeared into heaps of clothing, ashes spreading on

his brow, trailing ash and vampire blood, black as ink, across his face.

animal,”

stepping over what was left of the vampires as I made my way

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these villages,” Oliver whispered as he unrolled the map he’d taken from his father’s tent, which showed us the whole of Findali. His finger moved along the now abandoned central highway through southern

the outskirts of Breles. I could see the fire burning along

since we left the war camp. Getting through the city had been slow going and difficult, and

where we rested, at least for

were waiting for tore at my

make it to Crimson Creek by dusk if we don’t stop,” Oliver continued,

at each village and