Sharing Beatrice A Luna to her Stepbrothers

Chapter 540 Losing Again
My heart beat mercilessly against my chest, threatening to burst, as I witnessed the frightful picture unfolding before my eyes.
Zane’s treacherous sword sank deep into
Helel’s helpless abdomen and heart-wrenching howl pierced the air, reverberating with both the agony and Helel’s stark
transformation from a wolf into a vulnerable human form.
A surge of adrenaline rushed through my veins, propelling all my instincts into action. The urgency in my voice crackled when I
spoke to Ace, the urgency was etched on my face, ‘I can’t stand here and watch him die.’
In a swift and continuous motion, I began my transition, shedding my human appearance and embracing the pure power of my
dragon-man self. My muscles tensed and undulated as my shape twisted and expanded, scales glowed, and wings unfolded
ready.
I threw forward with fury, unleashed the fury of my razor-sharp claws on any wolf that dared to cross my path. The metallic smell
of blood permeated the air, a testament to the violence that erupted in the midst of our confrontation. His desperate howls
mingled with the symphony of chaos, a cacophony of anguish and despair that echoed across the war-torn landscape.
With every merciless blow, every tear torn, I fought with unwavering resolve, every move was a testament to the anger burning
within me. Drops of scarlet color gushed out, splashing my scales, mixing with the sweat that soaked my scaly skin. The din of
battle became a mere backdrop as it progressed, an embodiment of an unwavering purpose.
Approaching Helel, determination burned like a flame within my eyes, taking me to heights of untamed fury. The force behind my
assault intensified, a primal fury channeled into each blow. In a thunderous collision, I lunged towards Zane, unleashing a deadly
impact that shattered his grip on the dagger. The gun fell from his grip, hitting the ground with a resounding crash, as Zane
collapsed in defeat, his body spread across the earth.
With a deep understanding, I understood the enormous importance of taking Helel out of Zane’s reach. Although the relentless
assault of the werewolves continued unabated, I could not afford to divert my attention even for a moment to retrieve the fallen
dagger. Time was of the essence.
Acting quickly, I unbuttoned the pendant around my neck, knowing that removing it would release the full scope of my dragon
power. As the surge of energy swept through me, my body underwent a profound transformation. Muscles rippled and bones

lengthened as my form expanded, majestic wings unfolding in a breathtaking display. The sight of my towering presence made
the invading werewolves hesitate, their aggression momentarily overshadowed by awe and uncertainty.
Zane’s authoritative voice pierced the chaos, his tone containing a mixture of authority and apprehension, “Stand firm. Don’t
attack her.
The werewolves, reluctantly obedient to their master’s orders, withdrew, their hostile intent momentarily restrained.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, I seized the opportunity without hesitation. There was no time to dwell on Zane’s
motivations or what lay ahead. With unwavering determination, I quickly lifted Helel up, cradling her against my scaly form, and
with a powerful thrust of my mighty wings, propelled myself upwards, soaring into the boundless expanse of the sky.
As I glided through the skies, I surveyed the area for a safe haven. After a few minutes, I saw a gathering of our people in a safe
place. Carefully, I went down and
gently leaves Helel on the ground. When I changed back into my human form, Reign quickly walked over to check on Helel’s
well-being.
Once we all transformed back into ourselves, I hurried to where Helel was sitting in the back seat of a nearby car. His head
leaned against the seat, and I could see the exhaustion etched on his face. “I thought we could have gotten over them,” Helel
complained, her voice tense but showing signs of gradual recovery.
Reign, sensing my concern as he meticulously examined Helel’s body for wounds, leaned closer and whispered in my ear, “It’s
going to be okay. The dagger did not hit his heart.
Relieved by the tranquility, I exhaled deeply and joined Helel inside the car. Settling into the seat next to him, I couldn’t help but
express my frustration, my words tinged with discontent.
“Something felt incredibly wrong with Zane’s werewolves. I mean, I vividly remember killing Jay on two separate occasions and
yet there he was, next to Zane at the end.”
The chaos and confusion of the battle weighed heavily on me, and I couldn’t help but express my discontent, expressing my
frustration at the disorder that had developed during the war.
“What do you mean?” asked Helel, her voice mixed with confusion. Perhaps in the midst of the combat frenzy, he had focused
solely on killing the werewolves, unaware of the strange occurrences that occurred.

“Heel, it’s like they’re still resurrected,” I finally realized, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. It seemed that no matter how
many times we knocked them down, they somehow returned, unyielding to the clutches of death.
Helel turned to Reign, seeking his perception. He stood by the roadside, contemplating our revelation. “Do you think it’s
possible? Could they be using some form of magic? Helel questioned, sounding insecure.
Reign’s response was swift and confident. “No, it’s very unlikely. They do not possess a seer among their ranks who can
exercise such powers.
A perplexing question haunted the corners of my mind. “Then how can we explain the resurrection of the fallen werewolves?” I
voiced my question out loud, a sense of frustration tinging my tone. Deep down, I felt the answer eluding me, joking beyond my
reach.
“That’s incredibly strange. How could such a thing be possible?” Reign frowned, his expression reflecting his confusion.
Helel, with sharper clarity, articulated our dilemma, voicing the question that had made our ranks tremble. “How can anyone
bring dead werewolves back to life?”
At that moment, a sudden realization struck me like lightning. The pieces of the riddle fell into place, pointing to a name that
resonated within me. “Maura!” I exclaimed, the weight of revelation falling on my shoulders.