Chapter 120: pt 2

**Avery**

Things have gotten out of hand because of me and I need to rectify that. We will leave her with those slaves and any decent person, including Rory's loved ones. My friend will have her family and her happy ending. I will do my best to see that every woman here does, except for Bethany and her friends. They are dead, they just don't know it yet. I released Bethany, who crumpled to the ground, coughing and sputtering. Without hesitation, I turned to the chained females, my hands trembling as I worked to free them. “You’re safe now,” I murmured, my voice soft despite the rage still simmering in my veins. Draven and Rory exchanged a glance, unspoken questions passing between them. This was no longer a reconnaissance mission. It was a rescue, a rebellion, and they were in too deep to turn back. They will fight beside me. I know using magic has to be our last resort because packs don't possess magic, which is why they usually ally with witches, at least the corrupt ones do.

As the females were freed, one of them, her face bruised and swollen, whispered, “Thank you… but there’s more. The traitors in your tribe… they’re allied with Cora. The Hags’ parents… they’re the ones who sold us out.”

My blood ran cold. The Hags’ parents? I let them live. I should have killed them after I did their worthless children. Draven’s jaw tightened, his grip on his blade white-knuckled. “We’ll deal with them when we return. For now, we need to get out of here.”

As the moon cast an eerie glow over the battlefield, the sound of snarling and howling filled the night air. The stench of blood and sweat mixed with the earthy scent of fur as we clashed with the pack of fifty werewolves guarding their enslaved female counterparts. Our weapons flashed in the moonlight as we fought tooth and nail, determined to free any of those still trapped in chains. The ground trembled beneath us as our fierce battle raged on, each side unwilling to back down. Despite our exhaustion and wounds which will heal quickly, we pressed on with unwavering determination, refusing to let these innocent creatures suffer any longer. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we emerged victorious, but not unscathed. Our bodies were bruised and battered, our minds haunted by the violence we had witnessed. But in that moment, covered in blood and dirt, we knew that our struggle had been worth it.

After we made sure that we killed every last evil wolf and invited those worthy to Naga. I told them that I would give the refuge until they decided their future. I used my link to tell my mates how many to expect and that I would be home soon. But as we prepared to leave, a chilling howl echoed through the forest, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps. A small coven of dark figures emerged from the shadows, their eyes glowing with malicious intent. “Going somewhere?” one of them sneered, her voice dripping with venom.

My heart sank. We were cornered, outnumbered, and the night was far from over. Draven stepped forward, his blade at the ready. “Looks like we’re not done yet.”

The coven advanced, their movements synchronized, their intentions clear. My hand tightened around my dagger, my mind racing. We had survived the Nightshade pack, but this new threat loomed larger, more sinister. As the first clash erupted, my thoughts were a whirlwind of fear and determination. We had come for answers, but now we were fighting for our lives. And as the battle raged on, one question lingered in the air, unanswered and foreboding: would we make it back to Naga alive?
Hidden Flame: Bound to the Triplet Dragon Kings
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