The Execution Wolves Arrive Early
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The silence after the message felt unnatural.
Like the entire estate had stopped breathing.
Luciano stood near the bedroom door without moving while the guard waited outside for orders.
“The Council has officially authorized Isabella Moretti’s public execution at sunrise.”
The words still echoed inside Isabella’s head.
Execution.
Not arrest.
Not negotiation.
Death.
Luciano’s face became unreadable.
“How many wolves?” he asked quietly.
“Unknown,” the guard answered. “Scouts lost contact with the eastern ridge thirty minutes ago.”
Luciano nodded once.
“Lock every entrance. No one leaves the estate.”
The guard hesitated.
Just slightly.
But Luciano noticed immediately.
So did Isabella.
“Alpha…” the guard said carefully, “some of the men believe surrendering her could still stop this.”
The room went still.
Luciano’s gaze lifted slowly.
“And do you?”
The guard swallowed.
Fear flickered across his face too late.
Luciano stepped closer.
Not loud.
Not threatening.
Worse.
“You were stationed at the eastern gate tonight,” Luciano said quietly. “Yet the wolves breached that side first.”
The guard’s breathing changed instantly.
Isabella felt the tension snap tight between them.
Luciano already knew.
The betrayal had happened before the attack even started.
“I can explain.”
“No,” Luciano interrupted softly. “You can die explaining it to someone else.”
The guard moved suddenly.
Hand reaching inside his coat.
Gunfire exploded.
The body hit the hallway floor hard.
Blood spread beneath him in silence.
Isabella flinched sharply.
Luciano lowered the weapon slowly.
No hesitation.
No remorse.
Only fury held tightly beneath his skin.
Then he shut the bedroom door again.
Neither spoke for several seconds.
Isabella stared at him from the edge of the bed while tension twisted painfully through her chest.
This was because of her.
People were already dying because she existed.
“You should hand me over.”
The words came out quieter than she expected.
Luciano looked at her immediately.
“No.”
“You haven’t even thought about it.”
“I already did five years ago.”
The answer struck harder than shouting.
Something dark moved across his face.
Not just guilt.
Punishment.
Like, there had not been a single peaceful day for him since.
“I won’t make that mistake twice,” he said.
The room fell silent again.
Isabella hated the way those words settled somewhere dangerous inside her.
Because she believed him.
That was becoming the real problem.
Suddenly.
An explosion shook the entire estate.
The windows shattered instantly.
Alarms screamed through the halls.
Luciano turned sharply toward the door as another blast thundered outside.
Too close.
Way too close.
“They’re here.”
The next seconds became chaos.
Voices shouted downstairs.
Gunfire erupted through the lower levels.
Then came something worse.
Howls.
Execution wolves.
Isabella’s blood went cold.
Luciano crossed the room immediately and grabbed a weapon from the wall beside the fireplace.
His movements were pure instinct now.
“Stay behind me.”
Another explosion ripped through the estate.
The floor trembled beneath them.
Then, screaming started downstairs.
Real screaming.
Not soldiers shouting orders.
People dying.
A woman cried out somewhere below them before the sound cut off abruptly.
Isabella froze hard at the silence that followed.
Luciano noticed.
Something tightened briefly in his expression.
Then the bedroom doors burst open.
One of the guards stumbled inside, covered in blood.
“Alpha...they breached the eastern wing!”
A massive gray wolf crashed through the hallway behind him.
Its jaws locked around the guard’s throat before Isabella could even react.
Blood hit the walls.
The guard collapsed instantly.
Luciano moved before fear could fully settle.
Violence exploded through the room.
He slammed the wolf into the wall hard enough to crack the stone before firing directly through its skull.
The body dropped heavily across the floor.
More howls echoed through the estate immediately afterward.
Too many.
Luciano grabbed Isabella’s wrist.
“We’re leaving.”
Smoke flooded the upper hallways as he pulled her outside the room.
Guards sprinted through the corridors while gunfire echoed from below.
Some were fighting.
Some were retreating.
And some were already dead.
Blood spread across marble floors beneath Isabella’s feet while Luciano kept her close against his side.
The estate had become war.
Another wolf lunged from the stairwell suddenly.
Luciano shot it instantly.
But a second came directly after.
Too fast.
Too close.
Luciano shoved Isabella behind him just as claws tore across his side.
Blood splattered the wall.
“Luciano!”
The sound escaped her before she could stop it.
Something terrifying flashed across his face after hearing her say his name like that.
Then the Alpha fully broke through.
His eyes changed first.
Gold. Bright and inhuman.
A growl ripped from his chest low enough to vibrate through the hallway itself.
Even the execution wolves hesitated.
Luciano looked monstrous suddenly.
Power rolled off him violently now.
The wolf charged again.
Luciano partially shifted this time.
Claws replacing fingers.
Fangs visible beneath bloodstained lips.
His body moved with terrifying speed before slamming the wolf through the staircase railing.
Bones cracked loudly below.
The hallway fell silent for one sharp second.
Even the guards stared.
Luciano turned immediately toward Isabella afterward.
Not toward the enemy.
Toward her.
As if making sure she was still breathing mattered more than the attack itself.
That look hurt worse than the violence.
Then voices echoed from downstairs.
“Find the girl!”
“She’s alive!”
“The Heir cannot escape!”
Isabella froze instantly.
Heir?
Her chest tightened sharply.
Another execution wolf appeared below the broken staircase, blood covering its mouth.
His eyes locked directly onto Isabella.
“There she is,” he growled.
Then lower:
“The Heir survived.”
Luciano’s expression darkened instantly.
“Don’t call her that.”
The wolf laughed despite blood pouring from his side.
“So you still don’t know?”
Luciano stepped forward dangerously.
But before he reached him.
Gunfire exploded from the far corridor.
One of Luciano’s own guards aimed directly at Isabella.
Betrayal.
Luciano reacted instantly, pulling Isabella against him as bullets tore into the wall behind them.
The guard shouted wildly:
“The Council promised immunity! None of us survives if she stays alive!”
Luciano shot him without hesitation.
The body crashed across the floor.
Isabella stared in shock.
The estate was collapsing from the inside.
Smoke thickened through the hallways while more wolves forced their way through the lower levels.
Luciano grabbed Isabella again.
“We move now.”
They ran through the burning corridor together while the bond pulsed violently between them.
Every time danger got too close, Isabella felt Luciano react before she even saw the threat.
Like the connection between them had become instinct instead of emotion.
Another explosion rocked the west wing.
Part of the ceiling collapsed behind them.
Dust and smoke swallowed the hallway.
Then suddenly.
An injured execution wolf grabbed Isabella’s ankle from the floor.
She gasped sharply.
Luciano turned instantly.
Too late to stop the wolf from speaking.
Blood spilled from the attacker’s mouth while his eyes locked onto Isabella.
“You should have died with the others,” he whispered weakly.
Isabella’s stomach dropped.
Others?
The wolf coughed violently.
Then forced out one final sentence before Luciano snapped his neck.
“She was never supposed to survive the first purge.”
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