Chapter2
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As they reached the outskirts of Silver Moon Crest, Pierre came to an abrupt halt—and so did his warriors.
Hugo halted instantly. “Scouts forward. Quiet.”
“We’ve reached our destination,” Pierre told them ,“We’ll change back into our human forms first and find out what’s happening.”
With that, Pierre shifted back into his human form and so did his warriors.
The place was eerily silent—so quiet that even the drop of a pin would echo like thunder.
“My King, something isn’t right here,” Jake said, breaking the silence.
“I agree,” Ervin added, stepping cautiously forward.
“This place is wrong,” Hugo said.
“Stay alert.”
Suddenly, Etienne knocked over a vase behind him. The crash shattered the stillness.
Pierre shot him a burning glare—one so lethal that, if looks could kill, Etienne would have dropped dead on the spot.
Grinding his teeth, Pierre snapped, “Why are you so careless? You should have stayed home if you planned to cause trouble.”
Etienne raised his hands, not scared, but sheepish. “Oops… I guess that wasn’t my finest moment.”
“You’re lucky your clumsiness doesn’t extend to the battlefield,” Pierre said dryly.
Etienne smirked. “Trust me, my king, when it matters, I clean up after myself.”
“Who’s out there?” a voice called.
Pierre stepped out of the shadows, his warriors flanking him.
“Ah, my King,” Theodore said with a smile. “What brings you to this humble abode?”
“Humble abode -my foot,” Pierre spat.
“I heard vampires attacked this place, yet you seem perfectly fine,” he added, his gaze sharp and accusing.
“I thought you had forgotten about us, my King,” Theodore replied.
“No matter your crimes, you are still under my protection,” Pierre said firmly.
“The vampires did come,” Theodore explained. “They threatened us to leave. I wasn’t present at the time—that’s why I’m unharmed. Some of my men weren’t as lucky.”
“Let us see them,” Hugo said.
“Of course,” Theodore replied, leading the way.
Pierre instructed the rest of his soldiers to wait outside and entered the house with Hugo, Ervin, Etienne, Jake, and Jay.
Groans filled the room. Several wounded men lay on the floor, being tended to.
Jay frowned. “You said many of your men were attacked, yet only five are injured.”
The others turned to Theodore, who remained calm.
“Answer him,” Ervin demanded.
“They were attacked,” Theodore said smoothly. “But when they realized the vampires were overpowering them, they surrendered. The vampires spared them—but ordered us to vacate this land.”
“I see,” Jay murmured.
Theodore soon returned with drinks.
“My King, please accept this small token—for you and your men.”
Pierre took his drink and set it down, passing the others to his warriors.
“Theodore,” Pierre said coldly, “tomorrow you and your men will return to Silver Crest Park. This is a command.”
“As you wish, my King,” Theodore bowed.
Pierre lifted his drink and drank slowly. His men followed—except Etienne.
Hugo turned to him. “Why aren’t you drinking?”
“Me?” Etienne asked.
“Yes, you.”
The others chuckled.
Etienne picked up his cup, tilted it, and gave a cheeky grin. “Hmm… smells fine, but my wife told me not to drink anything before a battle. I think I’ll take her advice.”
Hugo raised an eyebrow. “Really, Etienne?”
“Absolutely,” Etienne said with a playful shrug.
“You listen blindly to your wife,” Jake teased.
“Alpha, it’s time we leave,” Hugo said.
Pierre nodded, and they stood.
But as they reached the door, weakness flooded their bodies.
Pierre staggered. Something was wrong.
He turned back to see Theodore smirking.
“What did you put in our drinks, you traitor?” Pierre growled.
“Poison,” Hugo snapped. “Back to back. Protect the Alpha.”
Etienne rushed to support him.
Hugo lunged at Theodore—but fell.
Jake, Jay, and Ervin struggled to move. None of them could shift.
Etienne grabbed Theodore by the throat.
“I have something to say,” Theodore gasped.
Etienne released him.
Theodore laughed softly.
“After you banished us here in the name of mercy, the vampires came with an offer.”
Pierre’s jaw tightened.
“Protection,” Theodore continued. “Power. Survival.”
He glanced at the wounded men. “A few injuries were a small price to pay.”
Then he smiled.
“The wolfsbane was my idea.”
“Shut up!” Etienne roared. “The King spared your lives—and you repay him with betrayal?”
Before anyone could respond, the door burst open with a thunderous bang.
Cold air rushed in, followed by silence.
A tall figure stepped inside.
Loic.
He didn’t smile. He didn’t laugh. His presence alone seemed to drain the room of breath.
Pierre tried to straighten, but his limbs refused him.
“So,” Pierre said weakly, forcing venom into his voice, “the blood-sucking leech finally shows himself.”
Loic tilted his head slightly, studying him.
“You shouldn’t have come in person, Alpha,” he said calmly.
Pierre clenched his jaw. “Get out of my land.”
Loic’s gaze flicked briefly to the warriors slumped across the room, then back to Pierre. “You’re already losing strength,” he observed. “Threats won’t change that.”
Theodore stepped forward eagerly and bowed. “My lord, I have done exactly as you asked—”
“Come closer,” Loic interrupted.
Grinning, Theodore obeyed.
In a blink, Loic’s fangs sank into Theodore’s neck.
The room filled with a strangled cry.
When Loic pulled back, Theodore collapsed to the floor, gasping, his strength gone.
Loic wiped his mouth slowly. “Traitors don’t live long.”
Theodore’s men rushed forward in panic.
Loic didn’t move.
His vampires did.
Steel clashed. Screams followed. Blood splattered the walls. Within moments, Theodore’s remaining wolves lay dead.
Loic stepped over the bodies and stopped before Pierre.
“Your army outside has already fallen,” he said quietly. “You are finished.”
Loic’s gaze shifted to Etienne.
Etienne felt it instantly—the pressure, the threat—and his muscles tensed as he prepared to shift.
“Wait!” Hugo barked. “We have backup. I mind-linked them the moment we entered.”
Loic’s lips curved faintly.
Then a fist slammed into his face.
The impact echoed through the room.
“Sorry I’m late,” Ricky said calmly.
Pierre forced a breath through burning lungs. “You’re right on time.”
Ricky shifted mid-step, bones snapping as fur tore through skin. Around him, other wolves followed, the air filling with roars.
“Etienne—move. Now,” Hugo ordered.
Etienne didn’t hesitate.
The room erupted.
Claws clashed with steel. Walls cracked. Blood slicked the floor as wolves and vampires collided in a frenzy of snarls and screams.
Pierre tried to rise.
His legs buckled.
Damn it.
His body betrayed him—but his mind stayed sharp.
An Alpha did not beg. An Alpha endured.
They fought like demons—but the vampires fought like monsters.
One by one, wolves fell.
“Enough,” Loic said.
The word cut through the chaos.
Silence followed.
Loic stepped forward, sword in hand.
Pierre looked up at him, vision blurring, the scent of blood thick in the air. He tasted iron—his own.
So this is how it ends, he thought.
Not on a throne. Not in victory.
But I will not bow.
Loic raised his blade.
“It’s time you die, Pierre de Avore,” he said q
uietly. “Your loyal wolves will join you in hell.”
Pierre met his gaze,
“If I fall,” he vowed, “I fall as an Alpha.”
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