CarsonLisa had to go.That much was clear now. But I wasn’t about to cast her out alone into the night like some broken token of grief. Not after everything. Not when I could still choose how to act.So, I made a decision—one I’d once sworn never to make.I would reach out to Adrian.The Balshov estate was the one place even Martina wouldn’t dare strike. Not unless she was ready to provoke a war she couldn’t survive. It would be suicide for any Strigoi to trespass on Adrian’s land, and she knew it.And Adrian… he wouldn’t say no. Not with Natalie involved. That girl had always been fiercely loyal, and Lisa was her friend. Adrian would act, if not for principle, then for the sake of Natalie’s heart.This wasn’t me admitting failure.I could still protect Lisa.But I wasn’t going to bleed my wolves dry to do it.Not again.I felt the crowd’s fury spike, the wolves growling low in their throats, like a storm rumbling on the edge of violence. Lisa stood in the centre, a shaking breath aw
CarsonI stepped back into the wreckage, into the scent of scorched blood and grief. The night hung heavy with smoke and sorrow, the air thick with the echoes of what the Strigoi had done.Cainebrille—neutral grounds—violated again.Twice now they had broken the accords, crossed sacred boundaries with their cold arrogance and crimson thirst. This was no longer provocation. It was war.Martina would pay.Dimitri, too. His silence reeked of complicity. No one under his banner moved without his permission. If he didn’t send them, then he had let them go.I scanned the courtyard, my chest hollowing at the sight.Bodies lay scattered—my wolves, my warriors. Men and women who had pledged their lives to me. Some still breathed, their chests heaving in pain. Others... didn’t.One knelt beside his fallen friend, howling low and mournfully into the bloodstained ground. Another pressed trembling fingers to a comrade’s cooling throat, whispering words I couldn’t hear.I swallowed hard. This wasn’
CarsonI hadn't been in bed more than an hour when the frantic knock shattered the quiet. My head pounded, the bitter taste of alcohol still clinging to my throat. I had promised myself tonight would be different—that I’d rest, recover, try to silence the ghosts clawing at my sanity.But peace never lasted long in our world.I groaned, swinging my legs off the bed. It was then I realised I’d blocked the mind link—just for a sliver of silence. That explained the urgency behind the knock. I opened the door, and Willis stood there, breathless, eyes wide with barely restrained panic.“Alpha Selene is under attack,” he said without preamble.For a second, I just blinked, still trying to piece together where I was and why anyone would—“Strigoi,” he added, voice lower now, like the word itself could rot the air.My heart dropped.We didn’t speak again as we left the house, the run to Selene’s grounds brimming with a sharp kind of silence. I hadn’t fully shifted yet—hadn’t even let the beast
AdrianDimitri and Lancly didn’t leave when I expected them to. Instead, Dimitri stayed, humoring Alison as she chattered on, trying to uncover anything they might have in common. She was clearly taken with him. It wasn’t hard to see why. He had that cold charm, detached, but just attentive enough to keep someone like her leaning in.And for once, he didn’t push her away.I watched her laugh at something he said, her eyes shining, unaware of the game she’d stepped into.Eventually, it was time to leave. My body was heavier than usual, my thoughts fraying at the edges. I needed rest.But I hadn’t even stood up before the club exploded into chaos.Screams. Shattering glass. A pulse of dark energy that hit like a wave.I didn’t need anyone to tell me.Strigoi.They’d attacked.I was on my feet in seconds. The air was already thick with panic, the scent of blood and fear rising around us.I turned to Dimitri and Lancly without hesitation. “Take them to my office,” I ordered. “They’ll be sa
Adrian“What is it?” I asked, already bracing for something I wouldn’t like.Dimitri leaned forward, his voice low and even.“Dragomir is alive. And he’s building an army.”I went still.“That’s why I leveled Ashberge Manor,” he continued. “The place was crawling with freshly turned Strigoi, humans twisted through deception. Lukeman was complicit. He knew.”I shifted in my seat, my mind racing, trying to connect this to what the Dhampir sentries and Abbot had warned me about days ago. It fit, too well.“Trickery?” I asked, my voice tight.“They’re harvesting Strigoi venom,” he said. “Refining it. Injecting it into humans, without consent. No rites. No preparation. Just pure venom and transformation. Some family heads are already siding with Dragomir because he’s promising them a new era, one without tributes.”He paused. “And of course, he doesn’t need tributes. He’s not honoring the accords. He’s taking people.”The weight of it sank in, slow and sickening.My father would understand
AdrianThe moment Dimitri entered, I felt Natalie shift beside me. Uncomfortable. Guarded. I didn’t blame her. After everything that had happened, seeing him now, here, was bound to twist the knife.“Natalie,” Dimitri said, offering her that practiced, charming smile he wore like a mask. I kept my silence, though every instinct screamed to tell him to back off. He wouldn’t push it, he knew better. But still… I watched him closely.“Dimitri,” Natalie replied smoothly, returning the smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.That’s when Alison gasped, her attention snapping to him like a moth to fire.“Wait, is he the friend you were talking about?” she asked, her voice practically bubbling.I blinked, suddenly remembering the offhand comment I’d made to her about introducing her to Dimitri.Before I could answer, she leaned forward, eyeing him like a runway model. “He’s hot.”If only she knew.Dimitri looked mildly confused at first, then glanced her way. True to form, he remained c