Bound by Fangs and Blood のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

ADAMVictoria made her move forty eight hours later.Not against us directly. Against everyone we'd ever helped.Twelve hybrid families hit simultaneously across four continents. This time, no survivors. Parents, children, everyone killed. Houses burned to the ground.Then she sent us the footage.Every death. Every scream. Every child begging for mercy they didn't receive.With a message: "Release Elena or this continues every forty eight hours until you do."I watched it once. Couldn't make it through the second time. Just sat there staring at the blank screen while my hands shook."She's a monster," Eve said quietly. "She killed children to make a point.""We have her daughter. She's escalating to force our hand.""So we don't give in. We hold Elena and keep applying pressure. Force Victoria to meet on our terms.""At the cost of how many more families? How many more children?" I looked at her. "Eve, we can't keep this up. Every forty eight hours, another dozen families die. That's

EVEI woke up in the medical wing three days later.Adam was in the bed next to mine, still unconscious. Tubes and machines everywhere. His chest rising and falling steadily but his face was too pale."He'll be okay," Dr. Chen said, checking my vitals. "You both will. You lost a lot of blood but nothing vital was permanently damaged. You're lucky to be alive.""Lucia and Sophie?""Safe. They're with Madam Bella. Both physically unharmed." Dr. Chen paused. "Emotionally is another story. They watched the attack on security feeds. Saw you and Adam nearly die. That kind of trauma doesn't just disappear.""Where are they now?""Right outside actually. They've been camped here for three days waiting for you to wake up." She moved to the door. "I'll send them in."Both girls rushed in the moment the door opened. Lucia threw herself at me, sobbing. Sophie was more careful but just as emotional."You were bleeding so much," Lucia cried. "I thought you were dead. I thought both of you were dead

EVE The first intelligence came through two months later. One of the sympathetic vampire clans had successfully infiltrated a Purist cell in Chicago. They'd sent us names, meeting locations, and most importantly, information about the leadership structure. "They have a Council," I told Adam, reading through the encrypted files. "Seven members. Each representing a different region. They coordinate through a central figure they call the Architect." "The Architect?" "No real name given. But this person designed the Haven attack. Planned every detail. They're the strategic mind behind the Purist movement." I pulled up what little information we had. "Brilliant. Ruthless. Completely committed to eradicating hybrid children." "So we find the Architect, we cut off the head of the snake." "In theory, yes. In practice, no one in the cells knows who the Architect actually is. They receive orders through intermediaries. Dead drops. Encrypted communications." I closed the file, frustrated.

The actual ten-year anniversary came in July.Riley woke up to find Samuel already awake, watching her with a soft smile."Morning," she said."Morning. Happy anniversary.""Ten years. That's a long time.""Best ten years of my life.""You always say that.""Because it's always true."They'd planned a small celebration. Nothing extravagant, just dinner at the restaurant where they'd had their first date, then a weekend away while Nora watched the kids."I can't believe we're leaving them for three whole days," Riley said, packing."We've left them before.""Not since Luna was born. What if something happens?""Then my mom will handle it. She raised me. She can handle our kids for a weekend.""But what if—"Samuel took the shirt Riley was folding and refolding for the fifth time. "Riley. The kids will be fine. My mom will be fine. We deserve a weekend together.""You're right. I know you're right.""Then stop catastrophizing and finish packing."They dropped the kids off at Nora's that

ADAMThe first month without Eve was a blur.I functioned on autopilot. Got the girls to school. Made meals. Went through the motions of being a parent and pack Alpha while feeling nothing inside except emptiness.Lucia retreated into silence. She'd come home from school, go to her room, and not come out except for meals. Barely spoke. Barely ate. Just existed.Sophie cried every night. I'd hear her through the walls, trying to muffle the sound with her pillow. But I heard anyway. And didn't know how to help."They need therapy," Madam Bella said. "Professional help. They're both drowning in grief and you can't help them when you're drowning too.""I'm fine.""You're not fine. You're barely functional. Adam, I know you're trying to be strong for them. But strength isn't pretending you're okay when you're falling apart. It's admitting you need help and getting it.""I don't have time for therapy. I have a pack to run. Daughters to raise. I can't fall apart.""You're already falling apa