The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 587

Chapter 587: Chapter 587 Ambush 3

Since they were already under attack, there was no longer any reason for her to conceal the use of magic when communicating with her people. Under the circumstances, the mindlink was the safest and most efficient method available.

Even if a high-ranking mage or witch detected that she was using magic to communicate, they would only know that a mindlink was being established. They would have no way of knowing what she and the others were actually discussing.

Unlike shouting or whispering among themselves, their enemies could not simply listen in and learn what they had discovered.

And now that she knew a witch was involved, the Priestess became even more wary because they were no longer dealing with ordinary werewolves or assassins.

"You vile creatures! You truly have no sense of honor!"

One of the Tigrens roared the moment he realized they had been drugged. Their bodies felt unnaturally weak, and worse, they could no longer shift into their Tigren forms.

With no other choice, they could only urge the beast within them to purge the toxins coursing through their blood. Until their bodies managed to expel the poison, they had no choice but to stall for time.

That meant fighting hand-to-hand in their human forms.

They also had to be extremely careful not to sustain any more injuries. By now, they could only assume that the attackers had prepared for this possibility as well. If they had coated their arrows with these toxins, there was a good chance that their other weapons, and perhaps even their claws, had been treated with them too.

Unlike werewolves, whose greatest weaknesses were silver and Wolfsbane, the Tigrens had their own natural weakness: which was the Black Ebony Grass.

To a Tigren, Black Ebony Grass had much the same effect as Wolfsbane did on a werewolf, severely weakening their bodies and suppressing their ability to shift. But their enemies had clearly not stopped there.

Knowing that Tigrens possessed naturally stronger bodies and an exceptionally powerful regenerative ability, they had deliberately combined the Black Ebony Grass with paralysis poison and the bleeding herbs to counter every advantage the Tigrens possessed.

The realization sent a chill through the warriors.

These attackers were more ruthless than any enemy the Tigrens had ever faced.

They had not simply prepared an ambush.

They had prepared specifically for the Tigrens.

Which could only mean one thing — their enemies had likely been planning this attack for a very long time, gathering information about the Tigren race and carefully researching their strengths, weaknesses, and abilities long before making their move.

And this discovery was very telling. If their enemies had already researched the Tigrens’ weaknesses to such an extent, then did that mean they had been targeting the Tigrens long before they ever allied themselves with Addison?

But no one had realized this yet.

The Tigrens knew little about the court politics of the Werewolf Kingdom, and they certainly didn’t have enough information to understand who might hold a grudge against them or why they had suddenly become a specific target.

All they knew was that someone was deliberately hunting them, and, judging from the precision of the ambush, their enemy clearly knew far more about them than they knew about their enemy.

That left the Tigrens fighting almost completely blind.

Every warrior remained on guard, their bodies tense as they scanned the surrounding forest. Their heightened senses stretched outward, desperately trying to detect the number, location, and movements of their attackers. Yet something was wrong.

They couldn’t sense them.

It was almost as though the entire area had been swallowed by an unnatural veil, masking the attackers’ presence and making it impossible for the Tigrens to pinpoint where the next attack would come from.

Perhaps it was the Witch.

Perhaps she was using her dark magic to conceal her allies, wrapping the battlefield in a spell that dulled the Tigrens’ senses and kept their enemies hidden.

The Priestess noticed it as well.

The reason she had been chosen as a Priestess in the first place was because she was a White Witch, a practitioner of magic that stood in direct opposition to the dark arts wielded by Dark Witches.

She wasn’t particularly familiar with the exact workings of dark witchcraft, but she knew enough to recognize what she was facing.

This was her natural enemy.

Her expression hardened.

The Priestess raised her staff, gripping it tightly before forcefully slamming its tip into the ground.

BOOM!

A pulse of magic rippled outward from the point of impact as she began chanting beneath her breath.

Crack!

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