Blood Of The Sun

Chapter 10

Carlos’s POV

The White Room had always been my domain. Stone, iron, silence it broke wolves faster than claws ever could. But the boy sitting shackled in front of me wasn’t breaking.

Carter Lykoudis.

The name alone was poison. I had told Christa and the aunts what it meant what it could mean and the horror in their eyes had matched my own. But horror didn’t win wars. Answers did.

I stepped closer, boots grinding against the floor. “Ya basta con los juegos.” (Enough with the games.) My voice cut like steel. “Your last name is a curse. Tell me about your father. Where is he?”

Carter tilted his head, a faint smirk tugging at his swollen lip. “Closer than you’d like.”

My wolf surged, hot and violent, but I forced it down. “You want to die in this room, niño? Because that’s where this ends if you don’t open your mouth.”

His eyes dark, sharp, unreadable flickered, but his smirk never slipped. “You wouldn’t kill me. Not yet. You need me. You need to know what he’s planning.”

The arrogance in his tone burned hotter than fire. I leaned in, pressing my hand hard against his chest, feeling the unnatural pulse beneath his ribs. Wolf. Vampire. Cursed blood. “Then talk. ¿Por qué están aquí? ¿Qué quieren?” (Why are you here? What do you want?)

For the first time, his smile faltered.

“We want,” he said slowly, carefully, “what was stolen from us. What was promised to us in blood.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Promised by who?”

He leaned forward despite the chains, voice lowering until it was almost a whisper. “By the witch who made us what we are.”

A chill rippled down my spine. My wolf snarled, pressing against my skin, begging me to rip his throat out here and now.

Instead, I slammed him back against the wall. His head cracked against stone, but he only laughed low and broken.

“You can chain me, Alpha,” he murmured, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. “But you can’t chain what’s coming. My father is already moving. And when he arrives you’ll wish you killed me before you heard his name.”

I drew back, chest heaving, every nerve alight with fury and dread.

“Enjoy tonight, boy,” I growled. “Mañana, we finish this.”

I turned, leaving the White Room with his laughter echoing after me like a curse I couldn’t shake.

ANNA’S P.O.V

chamber doors. My father’s voice carried even when he tried to temper it, sharp and commanding. My mother’s words were colder, precise, each syllable like ice on steel. My aunts’ whispers bled through in quick fragments.

But it was enough. Enough to know they weren’t debating Carter’s fate they were planning his execution.

The name Lykoudis hung in the air like a curse. My father spit it with venom. My mother didn’t argue. No one defended him.

My chest tightened until I couldn’t breathe.

I stumbled away, my feet carrying me not to my room, but to Doña Isolde’s hut. The healer’s fire burned low, casting shadows that seemed alive.

“What happens,” I asked, my voice cracking, “if the prophecy isn’t fulfilled? What if one of us dies before it’s done?”

Her hands closed around mine, cool and unyielding. Her eyes rolled back, her voice old as stone.

“The boy’s death will bring slaughter to your bloodline. His kin will come like wolves to ash, tearing your family apart until no name remains. Worse the sun will turn from your blood. Your family’s magic will be no more.”

Her gaze snapped forward, sightless yet piercing. “If he dies, niña, so do you all.”

The words rang in my ears long after I left.

That night, I pulled my hair into a tight ponytail, shoved myself into skinny jeans and a white tank top, then slipped into my mother’s leather jacket the one that smelled of smoke and war. Armor.

I slid into the White Room.

Carter sat against the wall, wrists still chained, blood dried at his lip. His eyes lifted as if he’d been expecting me.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, voice low, steady. “If your father finds you”

“I don’t care,” I cut in, crossing the cold floor. “Do you know what happens if you die?”

For the first time, confusion flickered across his face. “If I die?” He tilted his head, almost mocking. “I know my father will burn your pack to the ground. Is that what you mean?”

“No.” I forced my voice not to break. “The healer saw it. If you die, my family dies too. All of us. Wiped out. Our magic gone.”

His smirk faltered. Just slightly.

“You’re lying,” he said, but the edge in his tone was too sharp, too defensive.

“I wish I was.” My jaw tightened. “Tell me why you’re here. Tell me what your father wants.”

His eyes darkened, the dangerous calm returning. “My father wants war. He always has. But me?” His lips twisted into something between a smile and a warning. “I never wanted to bring you into it.”

The words cut through me, sharp and cruel.

“You knew,” I whispered.

“I knew enough.” His gaze softened for a fraction of a second, before hardening again. “But listen to me whatever prophecy your healer saw, whatever bond ties us it won’t save you. When my father comes, blood will spill. Unless”He leaned forward, chains rattling. “unless you let me go before it’s too late.”

I swallowed hard. His voice was velvet and ruin all at once. And worse some part of me wanted to believe him.

But the prophecy left me no choice.

“Stand up,” I said.

He raised a brow. “What?”

“We’re leaving.” My hands fumbled at the lock on his chains.

He didn’t move at first, just studied me like he was trying to read my soul. Then, slowly, he rose, towering, filling the room with his presence.

“Your father will never forgive you.”

“Better his anger than his death,” I snapped, shoving the last lock free.

We moved like shadows through back halls and staff doors. The night hit sharp and cold when we slipped outside. My mother’s motorcycle gleamed under the moonlight, red and hungry.

I swung a leg over and jerked my chin at him. He hesitated, then mounted behind me, his grip iron around my waist.

“Where are we going,?” His voice brushed my ear.

“Far enough,” I said, gunning the engine.

The bike roared to life, sparks spitting as we vanished into the night.

Carter’s grip was steady on my waist, his chest solid against my back, his breath warm against my ear.

The pack house lights blurred into the distance, swallowed by darkness.

Every instinct in me screamed that I was making the biggest mistake of my life. But the prophecy echoed louder, hammering in my skull.

If he dies, so do you all.

I leaned forward, twisting the throttle until the world rushed by in a blur.

Behind me, Carter laughed low, dangerous and wild, as if he could already taste the blood that was coming.

And still I didn’t stop.