Trigger Warning: This chapter contains scenes of violence.
The world around me blurred into chaos. The clash of wolves and vampires echoed in the vast stone hall of the coven, a cacophony of growls, snarls, and the sickening sound of flesh tearing. My wolf was in full control now, moving through the battle with lethal precision. The vampires were fast, but we were faster—our pack fighting as one unit, each movement coordinated, each attack precise.
But my focus wasn’t on the fight. It was on the figure standing at the far end of the hall—the coven leader. His pale skin seemed to shimmer in the dim light, his dark eyes watching the battle unfold with cold detachment. He didn’t join the fray, didn’t even flinch as his soldiers fell around him. He was waiting. Waiting for me.
I tore throug
