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Chapter Sixty Five : Blood at the Gates

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last update Last Updated: 2025-06-28 19:35:54

The river always divided the city — not just north from south, but old from new, safety from wildness. And now, under the dying moon, that line was gone.

They were crossing it.

From the rooftop of the abandoned garage, Evelyn could see them: shapes moving like shadows, low to the ground, too many to count. Not random rogues. Not scattered strays. This was a pack, organized and furious.

Damian stood beside her, hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable. Logan paced behind them, muttering to himself.

“They’re not here to talk,” Logan said finally. “This is a message.”

Damian didn’t answer. His eyes were locked on the streets below — watching, calculating. Evelyn noticed the stiffness in his shoulders. The smallest crack in his perfect mask.

“They used to follow you,” she said quietly. “Didn’t they?”

Damian’s jaw tightened. “I’m not the only one who wants control. The old blood believes I’ve gone soft. That I’ve… diluted what we are.”

He turned to her.

“They want the city. They wan
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