Alpha's replacement bride is destined mate-Chapter 50 Snatching

Late at night in the jungle, the moonlight is obscured by the dense canopy of trees, leaving only sparse silver filaments strewn on the ground, forming mottled spots of light. Emily’s vision was severely limited, and the result was that she could barely see the winding path beneath her, and every step made a slight noise as she trod upon the frail structure of dead leaves and twigs.

The darkness of the jungle seemed to take on a life of its own, swallowing up all light and making the night even heavier. Emily could only make her way by vague outlines and the occasional gleam of moonlight, her heart beating faster with the stimulus of her surroundings, her every breath full of tension and alarm.

At that moment Emily suddenly heard something like the barking of a dog close at hand, and her hands clenched on her saber, and her eyes peered alertly into the surrounding darkness, trying to find the source of the noise.

Suddenly a pair of scarlet eyes appeared in the bushes not far away, and they stood out like two ominous red lights against the pitch-black background. Emily’s heart sank, and she realized that this was the mark of a dog-slave.

The red eyes moved slowly, as if measuring Emily’s every movement. A low growl from the meadow strained Emily’s every breath. She kept telling herself to calm down, even though she was sweating slightly from the grip of her saber.

Suddenly the dog-slaves sprang out of the bushes like arrows and swooped down upon Emily. Its body, showing its majestic size and sharp claws in the faint moonlight, had an aura of chilling ferocity. Emily quickly flashes sideways as she swings her saber in an attempt to fend off the attack of Dog Slaves.

Dog slaves’ pounce missed, and it turned and lunged at Emily again, its sharp teeth glinting in the night. Emily lunged at the dog-slave with all her strength, but only managed to cut through its flesh. Far from being deterred, the hound grew more furious, his eyes gleaming with cruelty, and he prepared to strike again.

This time, instead of charging directly at Emily, the dog-slaves circled around her, growling under their breath as if assessing their opponents. Emily knew it was looking for the best time to attack. So she decided to strike first, but the moment she was ready to dash forward, Dog Slaves pounced with lightning speed.

Emily tries to dodge by jumping sideways, but Dog Slaves moves too fast for her to catch its trajectory. The fangs of the dog were pointed at Emily’s arm, and she instinctively raised it to defend it, but the dog was far more powerful than she could have imagined. In an instant its fangs were through Emily’s skin, and the pain went through her like electricity.

The onslaught of the dog-slaves caused Emily to lose her balance and fall heavily to the ground. Her saber flew from her hand, the moon was obscured by clouds, and her vision was suddenly blurred. Dog slaves saw Emily fall to the ground, even more brazen, and it took a few steps back, ready for the final assault.

Emily hurriedly groped for the saber on the ground with her other uninjured hand, and when Dog slaves flew in front of her, her hand grabbed the saber on the ground, and then she stabbed the saber into Dog slaves’ throat as fast as she could, and then a stream of blood spurted out, and Dog slaves’ body shook, and then fell to the ground, no longer moving.

Emily breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to cut off the ears of the dog-slaves with her saber, when a large black figure leaped out of the bushes in front of Emily.

It’s a shape-shifting she-wolf.

She bared her fangs at Emily, and a low growl of warning came from her throat. She wanted to tell Emily that the dead dog-slave belonged to her.

Emily didn’t move. She watched as the she-wolf bit off the ears of the dog-slaves with her mouth. She expected the she-wolf to leave, but she changed into a human form.

When Emily saw the she-wolf in her human form, she recognized the woman as Luna from the border who had just spoken to her.

The woman stood naked before Emily, looking down at her with condescending eyes. She glanced at Emily, and her bewildered gaze fell upon the saber in her hand.

"You killed the dog slaves with a saber?" The woman’s voice was full of incomprehension.

"There are no restrictions on the rules of the game, and the use of sabers is not allowed." Emily said.

The woman looked at Emily’s injured arm, and she asked again, "Why don’t you transform into a wolf form to deal with the Dog slaves?" "

It was the second time that the woman had questioned Emily, and Emily knew that if her answer did not dispel the woman’s suspicions, she would probably discover Emily’s secret.

"Since you want to see the strength of the southerners, then I tell you, this is the strength of the southerners." Emily’s tone was calm, "Even if I don’t transform into a wolf, I can kill the Dog slaves." "

The woman sneered, and she said in a mocking tone, "Look at you, you’ve been bitten on the arm by the Dog slaves, and now that the game has just begun, how are you going to hold on to the end?" "

"It’s none of your business." Emily said unceremoniously.

"Good luck then." " said the woman, as she untied her pockets from her waist, and put the dog-slaves’ ears in them.

"That Dog Slaves is mine." Emily said angrily.

"Oh, dear, there are no restrictions on the rules of the game, and hunters cannot snatch prey from each other." The woman smiled victoriously, and she deliberately shook the heavy pocket in front of Emily, "If you want, just grab it." "

"Shame on you." Emily scolded.

"That’s the rules of the game for us northerners." The woman tied her pockets around her waist again, glanced at Emily, and sprang into the woods in search of her next prey.

Emily struggled to her feet, blood gushing from the wound and reddening her clothes. She must first find a safe place to heal her wounds, and she remembered that Klaus had mentioned to her that there was an herb near the swamp that would heal them quickly.

She had to get there before her blood ran dry, because her self-healing rate was so slow and she knew she could not hold out until the end of the game.

Emily walked slowly through the dark woods, bleeding from wounds that not only drained her energy but also slowed her down. She felt her body grow more and more tired, and every few steps she gave out a low wheeze.

Just as Emily thought she was about to reach her destination, a pair of red eyes reappeared in the darkness, nay, two this time.

Emily stopped and seized the saber with her other hand.

The two dog-slaves hovered on either side of Emily, sniffing at her blood with their sharp noses, and they seemed to take an interest in it.

Suddenly two of the dog-slaves attacked Emily at the same time, opening their mouths to reveal their sharp canine teeth, and fixing their eyes on Emily’s neck.

Emily clenched her saber with the intention of making a final stand.