Semua Bab Realm of Power: Werewolf vs Vampire : Bab 101 - Bab 110

Lyra POVThree days.Three whole days since Julianna left for “home,” and the bed across from mine still looked like it had never been touched. Sheets tucked tight. Pillow perfectly fluffed. Her pendant wasn’t on the nightstand. Her boots were still by the door.But the silence… that’s what bothered me.I sat up, rubbing my face. “Julie… you were supposed to be back yesterday.”Still nothing.A sharp stab of dread shot through my chest.I threw on my clothes and headed downstairs. Maybe she came back late last night? Maybe she was in the cafeteria? Maybe—The moment I stepped into the dining hall, Scott walked through the opposite door. His hair was a mess, eyes tired, like he hadn’t slept either.“Lyra.” His voice was low, urgent. “Is Julianna back?”I exhaled shakily. “Scott… she’s been gone for three days.”His jaw tightened. “And she didn’t come back last night?”I shook my head.Scott swore under his breath. “Something’s wrong.”“I know.” I tried to steady my breathing. “She alwa

Lyra POVLily led us down the hallway to the dorm room next door. The whole time my mind felt heavy, like the air itself was warning us. Something about the silence of this corridor felt… wrong.“Who exactly is this friend?” I asked.“You’ll see,” Lily replied quickly. "She's... unique."“What’s she like?” Lila asked, curious. "Does she bite?"“She’s… more of a sleepy type.”“That’s your description?” Scott said flatly.Lily ignored him and stopped in front of the next room. The door looked old, vines of dust clinging around the handle like a forgotten relic. Lily knocked.“Selene! It’s me. Open up!”Silence.Scott shrugged. “Maybe she’s not home.”“No. She’s home. She is always home.” Lily placed her palm over the doorknob.Before I could speak, wind surged from her hand and blew the door off its lock.My heart nearly stopped. “Lily! You can’t just break into someone’s room!”“It’s fine,” she said walking in. “She gave me permission last year.”"She gave you permission to break into

Julianna POVI watched my dad as he studied the glowing charts on the wall-lines of pulsing blue and red that looked like heartbeats of the facility. His posture was stiff and disciplined, the same way I remembered when he would leave for late-night emergency shifts. Except he wasn't some innocent scientist. He was here. In this place. Doing… this."What is he doing here?" I whispered, barely able to breathe.Renna grabbed my arm tighter. "Julianna, wait-"But the other agents left the room, and that was all I needed. Rage, disbelief and a pain I didn't know existed surged through me. I stepped away from the shadows before Renna could stop me."Dad," I said, my voice a trembling mix of hurt and hope. "Dad, it's me."He spun around, eyes wide. But not in joy. In terror."You-" he breathed out. "No… no, no." He took a step back."It's me," I repeated, voice breaking. "Your daughter."His face contorted into something ugly. "You are no daughter of mine."The words stabbed deeper than any

Kaid POV The deeper we moved into the Purity Organization facility, the more the air felt wrong.Gunmetal walls. Reinforced flooring. Surveillance cameras tracking every movement. Someone spent a lot of money building this place and not just for defense. For containment.“Something don't smell right,” Caleb muttered.“Smells like something died in here,” Cameron replied.I didn’t answer. My instincts were already clawing at the inside of my skull. Something was waiting for us.We advanced through the winding metallic corridors until the first squad found us. Armed soldiers, faces masked, rifles raised.“Hostiles detected. Engage!”One opened fire. That was their mistake.We charged.We werewolves were made for this. Bullets sliced past as we moved too fast for human eyes. I grabbed the nearest soldier by the wrist and snapped his gun free. Cameron leaped onto one and tackled him. Caleb spun past another, claws flashing, slashing weapons apart as sparks lit the hall.In less than thir

Lila POVThe deeper we moved inside the Purity Facility, the colder it became—not temperature-cold, but soul-cold. The kind of cold that built up in a place where screams had stained the walls for years.Lyra walked ahead of me, fangs slightly bared, her leather boots splashing through puddles of broken glass and blood that dotted the sterile metal floor. I kept glancing backward.“Lila,” Lyra said without turning, “she’ll be fine.”“But she’s alone—”“She’s Lily. She’s the smartest witch I’ve ever met. If anyone can survive this hellhole, it’s her.” Lyra said. “Beside I’m sure she has a plan.”That shut me up for a moment. But I couldn’t silence the worry clawing my chest. The alarms blared overhead a shrill, metallic wail. Emergency lights flickered red.We weren’t supposed to split up. It was reckless. It was desperate. But nothing about the Purity Organization allowed time for strategy. This place was a slaughterhouse. A prison disguised as a research facility. A world designed en