The revelation of Gabriel's true intentions sent a chill down my spine, the sheer magnitude of his betrayal threatening to overwhelm me. The thought of being transformed into a werewolf, of becoming the centerpiece of his twisted scheme to usher in a new world order, filled me with a visceral sense of revulsion and dread.
But even as I grappled with the weight of this horrifying revelation, a far more pressing concern gripped my mind - the fate of the kingdom, of Luther's coven, who were no doubt still engaged in a desperate battle for their very survival.
I turned my gaze to Luther, my expression pleading. "You have to go, Luther," I urged, my voice laced with a mixture of desperation and resolve. "Your people need you - I need you to protect them."
The vampire lord's emerald gaze burn
