Chapter 584

At Molly’s command, everyone immediately started to move out.

But the avalanche was something else entirely. It roared down from the mountain, crashing like a tidal wave.

The speed only increased, creating a chain reaction, and the massive white waves seemed to rise up and threaten to swallow them whole.

The sky was still dark, and the snow-covered mountain was steep. Behind them, more snow kept tumbling down, and the path they’d been following had long since vanished as they scrambled to escape.

Molly steered the snowmobile toward an area with more trees and rocks. The trees and rocks would slow the avalanche’s momentum, giving them a better chance of surviving.

Roy wasn’t with her on the snowmobile. His speed and strength were more than enough to keep him ahead, and in the darkness, his vision was sharper than anyone’s. He stayed out front, guiding them through the chaos.

Every now and then, Roy would glance back, making sure Molly was still safe. Their group had scattered in the chaos of the avalanche, and now, only Roy could protect her.

If he could, he would’ve carried Molly on his back. It would’ve been safer than riding the snowmobile. But with the snow closing in so quickly, it wasn’t the time to change tactics.

Just then, the unmistakable sound of a helicopter cut through the air, and a bright light shone down from above.

Roy immediately sensed the danger. It was the enemy.

Through the darkness, he saw her, Faye, on the helicopter, her night-vision scope trained on them.

A cold, murderous rage filled Roy’s eyes. That maniac had shown up.

Molly, too, noticed the helicopter overhead. She glanced back, her expression darkening, but she didn’t flinch. Her face remained unreadable.

Inside the helicopter, Faye leaned over and asked a man nearby for a gun. She’d already spotted Molly and the wolf leading the way.

She was almost giddy. She hadn’t expected her experiment to succeed so soon. Roy was everything she hoped for, the perfect specimen. She knew she had to take him, but the woman with him was a problem.

If Roy was so attached to her, Faye decided to remove her without a second thought.

Faye aimed, pulling the trigger.

Molly, however, slammed the throttle and pushed forward, speeding up.

The blast from the cannon sounded like thunder, and snow exploded everywhere, rocks shattered, and a massive hole appeared in the ground. But the avalanche quickly filled the hole, covering it in seconds.

Faye scowled when her first shot missed. So, this was the woman who had killed five of her beastly subordinates. She wasn’t to be underestimated.

Her face twisted into something feral as she fired again and again, each shot fueled by madness.

Roy let out a growl, full of rage.

The snowmobile surged forward, lifting into the air. Molly pulled out her gun and shot at the helicopter.

The helicopter pilot jerked the controls, changing course. The bullet hit the side of the aircraft with a loud thud.

Molly fired a few more shots, her wild and fierce energy radiating off her. Even with the avalanche chasing them, she wasn’t afraid to fight back.

Molly, mimicking Shermaine’s move, shot the helicopter a middle finger.

Faye’s face twisted with fury. She thought, ‘That’s it. She’s challenging me.’

Without hesitation, she snapped, “Take her down! Blast that snowmobile out of the sky!”

Instantly, the firepower grew even more intense.

Roy’s frustration flared. He wanted nothing more than to sprout wings and tear those people to shreds.

The ground beneath them shook as another shell exploded, sending shockwaves through the air. Molly’s snowmobile swerved dangerously, barely staying upright.

Roy spotted the trees ahead, hoping Molly could make it. If she could get to the woods, the avalanche would slow down, and they’d finally have some cover. They couldn’t keep using her as target practice.

But then, disaster struck. The snowmobile hit something—maybe the stress of the chase or the snow finally taking its toll—and the tire blew out.

Molly went flying.

Roy whipped around, seeing her sail through the air. He raced back, his wolf body leaping across the snow, catching her mid-fall.

They tumbled in the snow for a few moments, rolling and sliding until they finally came to a stop with Roy underneath her.

The avalanche quickly covered the snowmobile, burying it completely.

Roy couldn’t speak, so he simply licked Molly’s face gently, checking if she was hurt.

Molly, thankfully, was fine. She stood up quickly, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “Roy, are you crazy?”

She really didn’t need him to catch her. A couple of rolls on the ground wouldn’t have done much harm.

Roy let out a soft, apologetic whine, licking her face and neck again. He nudged her, signaling he wanted to carry her.

Molly, rolling her eyes, didn’t hesitate. She climbed onto his back.

Roy felt her warmth against him. Despite the freezing cold, a strange thrill surged through him.

Up in the helicopter, Faye’s fury boiled over. Her perfect creation was supposed to follow her orders, not pledge loyalty to another woman.

‘I should have marked him from the start,’ Faye fumed. ‘He should know who his true owner is.’

She snarled into the radio, “Why are you standing there? Fire! Don’t just sit there!”

But they’d run out of ammo.

The soldiers hesitated but quickly sped up the process.

But this time, they weren’t aiming at the snowmobile. They were after Roy. And even with all their firepower, they couldn’t hit him. He was faster than the snowmobile, and he knew how to use the terrain to stay out of their line of sight.

Before long, they were deep in the woods, vanishing from sight.

The helicopter circled above, but the avalanche was relentless. It roared into the trees, crashing through them for what seemed like forever, before slowly fading away. It took over ten minutes for Faye to climb down from the helicopter. She was seething. “Find them. Now!”

Roy found a hollow at the base of a tree and carefully carried Molly inside. The space was pitch dark, completely devoid of light.

Molly slid off his back and sat on the ground. She reached into her pocket for her phone, only to realize it was gone. It must have been jostled out during their frantic escape.

Roy, still tense and driven by instinct, sensed an opportunity. Faye would likely come looking for them, and this might be his only shot at revenge. He leaned down and gave Molly’s cheek a rough lick. Maybe once wasn’t enough, because he did it again.

Molly flinched, her face warm and slick from his tongue. Though the barbs were thankfully retracted, the texture still prickled her skin. “Roy, what the hell are you doing?” she said, pulling back.

Roy gave a low growl and kept licking. Molly tried to dodge, but he followed relentlessly. In moments, he lunged and tackled her to the ground.