REED’S POV
The office reeked of tension and adrenaline. The moment that man stammered his way into the room, pale and trembling. I knew something was terribly wrong. But nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared me for what we found on the thirty-fifth floor.
The room was in chaos—glass shards from display cases littered the floor, alarms blaring in the distance, and a faint, metallic scent of blood lingered in the air. My gut twisted as I scanned the destruction, my eyes locking on the empty pedestal in the centre of the room.
The silver blade.
It wasn’t just any blade—it was the blade. A weapon forged with the raw power of the moon’s forces, said to be capable of slaying any supernatural creature, no matter their strength. It could strip an alpha of their power with a single
