Novel & Cerita Clone Wars Ambush

It's from the name Brennan. Who is Brennan? I remember that Jethro, his uncle's name, went to Paris to be Claire's eyes. In his message, he is informing him that the spy is on his way back to Australia. And they are boarding on the same plane. The second message says that Claire and Theresa exit France already. How strange the fate when it collides! They are all like in a maze trying to find their way out but then they all happen to bump into each other.

The roar of gunfire and the crackling of flames consumed the landscape as the ambush unfolded. Sage’s heart raced as she crouched behind the overturned SUV, the acrid smell of burning rubber and gasoline searing her lungs. The echo of shouting filled her ears as Damian barked orders to the rest of the team. “Flank left! Cover the convoy!” Damian yelled, his voice cutting through the chaos. Sage peered around the edge of the vehicle, her pulse thundering in her ears. The attackers were well-hidden in the rocky hills surrounding the road, their precision indicating they were more than just hired mercenaries. These were trained operatives, likely Bancroft’s elite forces.

He was getting Yoon-min back—or burning this whole damn place down. He tapped his comm once. “Sang-woo, move in. Flank from the south passage. We’ve got hostiles.” The line crackled. “Copy. Soo-ah’s with me. We’ll clear it.” Suddenly, a sharp clang rang out through the catacombs—a signal. The ambush had been triggered early. Caelan sprang from his cover without hesitation. Fire bloomed in his palm, twisting into a dagger of light, and he hurled it toward the upper ledge. A shriek followed, and a body dropped.

Ryan’s voice sounded through the comm, “Alpha Damon? I think there’s something wrong, they’re out but still not registering on the thermal. You and Mara are…. Those aren’t normal wolves.” “Whatever you do, stay in the van.” I snapped. “If they find out your location at this moment, this entire operation is dead. Stay in position. I count just twelve altogether, we can take them… whatever they are.” I heard a click sound somewhere, and suddenly the first one by my side lunged. The ambush came swiftly, I met him midair, my claws ripping through his chest. The impact should have shredded him in half but he didn’t retreat, he didn’t even flinch. There was something coming out of his mouth, as he

The room is silent, the echoes of the fight fading away, leaving only the sound of my ragged breathing and the distant howl of the wind outside. Amber stands over him, her expression a mixture of triumph and horror. I rush to her side, concern flooding my chest as I see the blood seeping from her shoulder, a fresh wound from the gunshot. “Amber!” I reach for her, but she shakes her head, her eyes fierce despite the pain. “I’m fine, Tjeck. We did it. We stopped him.” I pull her into a tight embrace, relief flooding through me, but it’s quickly overshadowed by the sight of Clay’s lifeless body. “Is it really over?” I ask, my voice thick with emotion.

* Alex Hamilton * The trees parted like unwilling witnesses to the storm we brought. We caught up to her convoy at the edge of an abandoned industrial zone, rust and smoke hanging in the air like ghosts of the Cold War. Claire's fleet of matte-gray SUVs were parked in a half-moon around a dilapidated refinery. Men swarmed the perimeter in black combat gear, mercenaries, not loyalists. She had bought bodies, not hearts. I stepped out first, rifle low, breath even.

“Together. But first get to Lagos. I’ll cover your exfil.” We dressed, moved out Land Rover rumbling through morning traffic. But as we hit the highway, Eze’s voice crackled over the radio: “Ambush ahead. Mikhail’s remnants loyalists. They know about the lock.” The road exploded IED detonating under the lead vehicle in our convoy. Gunfire raked the Rover. Katarina swerved, tires screaming. Dante shoved me down. Rocco returned fire through the window. We spun off the road, into the bush pursuers closing.

No pulse. "Damn it," I growled, my voice sounding like gravel. The ambush had been fast. Three cars had blocked the narrow mountain pass just as the sun went down. They didn't look like Council men; they wore the tactical gear of the Cruz syndicate—remnants who had survived the warehouse fire and wanted blood. They had fired directly into our engine block, sending us spinning over the edge of the dirt road.

"Camilla, you chose your own path. And those wolves… You ruined them yourself. You insisted on using your so-called comforts to strip away their claws. Once they lost their strength, of course, they’d treat you like currency to stay alive. Isn’t that only natural?" Camilla opened her mouth, ready to scream back, but before she could, the three former royal heirs had already stepped forward. They looked at the powerful army of wolves behind me, their eyes filled with jealousy and fear. Knowing they had no chance in a direct fight, the three of them exchanged a glance and made their decision. Without warning, they lunged forward together, targeting Cael at the front. Midair, I saw the glint of