Chapter 1557: Chapter 1557

Chapter 1557:

Rhys chuckled, his head dipping down to brush his lips against hers, his voice low and teasing.

“Yeah, you’re incredible.”

Harlee’s resolve started to melt under the warmth of his words. How had he managed to become even more captivating after a month apart? She should’ve insisted he spend just ten minutes dealing with those wolves so they could go back to their rest.

Her fingers danced lightly across his chest, tracing unseen patterns, before she gently but firmly pushed him away.

“Keep an eye on the situation. Don’t let anything happen to my soldiers.”

Rhys raised a brow, the smile on his lips both helpless and affectionate. Well, so much for the intimate mood he’d been working so hard to create. Now, it seemed, he had no choice but to do what she asked.

Over a hundred wolves swarmed, attacking Lionel and his squad in waves.

With Lionel leading, the male soldiers opened fire, their shots flying in every direction. Then, Rita rallied the female soldiers, urging them to join in.

The wolves were swift in the dark, and after this volley of bullets, only two or three had been taken down.

“Switch to the backup plan!” Lionel barked, his voice sharp and commanding as he drew his dagger and charged headlong into the fray.

The soldiers behind him fired in support, their bullets streaking through the air to cover his and Rita’s advance. But the wolves, with their agility, managed to dodge and evade, closing in on the soldiers with alarming speed. The wolves lunged, aiming for vulnerable throats, and in the chaos, several soldiers were already screaming in pain, their bodies bitten, their blood spilled.

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The howls of the wolves and the constant crack of gunfire merged into a cacophony that echoed through the desert night. Yet, the soldiers’ efforts seemed in vain. The wolves’ speed and natural instincts gave them a deadly advantage, and Lionel’s strategy was crumbling fast.

Each soldier who charged forward was met with savage resistance, bitten and forced to stagger back. Both Rita and Lionel had felt the sharp bite of the wolves more than once, only narrowly escaping further harm with their quick reflexes.

“Retreat!” Lionel shouted, his voice full of urgency.

“Get the wounded back to the yard!”

The injured soldiers could barely hold on. As Lionel’s command rang out, they knew they had no choice but to pull back. However, the wolves were not so easily dissuaded.

As the retreat began, dozens of the wolves leapt forward, blocking the soldiers’ escape.

At that moment, the snipers stationed above the yard were overwhelmed, the agile wolves having climbed their way up to entangle the snipers.

The soldiers were now trapped, their backs to the wall, with nowhere to run.

Mooney, watching other soldiers struggle as their strength faltered against the increasingly vicious wolves, gritted his teeth and shouted, “Everyone, these wolves are too clever! If we drag this out any longer, we’re done for. We need to end this now!”

Rita’s expression grew even grimmer at Mooney’s words. She had already proposed this to Lionel. The wolves were far too cunning, never giving them a chance to get close. Now, they were being pushed into a corner where retreat seemed impossible.

The wolves were not just agile—they were sharp, too. They knew to use their speed to drain the soldiers’ ammunition when they had guns. And when the soldiers switched to daggers, the wolves adapted, drawing out the fight to wear down the soldiers’ stamina. These wolves were no mere beasts. They were adversaries smarter than anyone could have imagined.

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