Все главы Lupus Noctrine: Symphony Of The Cursed Lycan Quadruplets : Глава 21 - Глава 26

Evangeline didn’t expect to see her again - at least not this soon, and not here, in a place that felt more grave than refuge.The safehouse was a half-lit ruin, a forgotten psychiatric hospital humming with the ghosts of long-dead minds. Its walls whispered secrets between cracked tiles, and blood-ward sigils peeled like old skin from every surface. Rain tapped against shattered windows in slow, somber rhythm, and distant sirens wailed like echoes from another world. Power flickered in and out, and the air was thick with the stench of rusted metal, old bleach, and magic left too long to rot. Somewhere in the silence, the building creaked like it remembered what it used to be, and what it had witnessed since.And then Evangeline felt it like a pull - or a thread woven too deep to sever.She turned sharply, and there she was...Emma.Soaking wet from the storm, she was standing in the doorway like a revenant dragged through memory. Her hair clung to her skin in damp waves, her coat pl

The agents closed in, forming a ring of black armor and humming spell-sabers.They had no names, asked no questions - only relying on force.Their visors glowed like blind judgment. Their weapons were pointed not just at Cassius and Selene… but at Emma.Evangeline stood perfectly still in the center of the circle, her mask hiding the storm underneath. The completed parchment, now tucked in a rune-locked pouch at her waist, throbbed like a second heartbeat.The Hollow Song was long complete... and it was hungry.“Drop the artifact,” one of the agents barked. “Now, or we drop you.”“I’d love to see you try.” Xander took a single step forward, knives glinting. Cassius shifted, blade tilted just enough to kill, Selene’s fingers twitched with shadowlight, while Emma’s breath hitched, her eyes darting from the agents to her sister.“Stay behind me.” Evangeline whispered, to Emma When her sister obeyed... she sang. There was a single breath, followed by a single note, and the world fractur

Two months later,San Diego was bright and loud outside, all traffic noise and sunburnt strangers rushing to nowhere. But inside the quiet warmth of Café Nuvia, time felt gentler.Evangeline Cross stirred her coffee without tasting it, watching the dark swirls fade into the pale froth. She hadn’t seen the quadruplets in two months. No golden eyes, no cryptic warnings, no voices calling her back to a world that had somehow always belonged to her.Across the table, Emma was leaning forward, elbows on the table, fingers laced, patiently waiting for her sister to speak.“I think I’m ready,” Evangeline said, her voice low but steady.Emma didn’t speak, just tilted her head in that silent way of hers that said: No bullshit today.So Evangeline began.“You remember the night of the hospital incident?” she asked. “When you were told that someone tried to mug me in the parking lot?”“Yeah." Emma nodded slowly. "I bet you had bruises; but knowing you, you'd had just said it was nothing... but