Semua Bab Alpha VS Omega' Twin VS Twin (A Dark Werewolf Romance): Bab 101 - Bab 110

CALLUMDawn breaks over the Rookeries. The last sunrise some of us will ever see.I stand on the command post roof. Watching the horizon. Waiting for the assault.Behind me, fifty-two fighters are positioned. Armed. Ready. Terrified but determined.Isla's medical station is staffed. She's got twenty cots prepared. Knows it won't be enough. Prepared anyway.Tom's maintaining the fae wards. Weak ones. Delaying tactics. But better than nothing.Valentina's beside me. Armed with stakes and silver blades. Her hand finds mine."Whatever happens," she says, "I'm glad we had last night."Last night. After Magnus left for the Seelie Court. After we learned he traded seventy-six years for military intervention. We spent hours together. Talking. Planning. Loving. Knowing it might be our last chance."Me too," I say.In the distance, movement. The Parliamentary hunters are positioning.I count them through binoculars. Sixty vampire hunters. Ten dragons in human form. Ten Hermetic Order mages. Thi

PROFESSOR CORNELIUS FELLI approach the Rookeries at midnight. Six hours before the scheduled extermination.My disguise is perfect. Simple traveling clothes. Battered medical bag. Concerned expression. I look like sympathetic scholar, not Hermetic Order mage planning specimen collection.The guards stop me at the perimeter. Two young wolves. Armed but nervous."Who are you?" one demands."Dr. Thomas Wickham. Cambridge University. I study supernatural medicine." I show forged credentials. "I heard about tomorrow's Parliamentary assault. Came to offer assistance.""Assistance how?""Medical supplies. Magical healing knowledge. Whatever helps." I gesture to my bag. "I don't agree with Parliament's extermination order. These wolves deserve support, not slaughter."The guards exchange glances. Suspicious but hopeful. Desperate situations make people want to believe in kindness."Wait here. We'll get Isla."They disappear. I stand in the cold. Waiting.This is the tricky part. Isla Reid is

VALENTINAMy body is still broken from Mordaunt's captivity. Silver burns on my wrists. Psychological scars from watching my mother's execution footage. Trauma that will take years to heal.But I'm not sitting this out.I strap on weapons. Silver knife. Stakes. UV flashlight. Everything I need to kill vampires.Around me, other female fighters are arming. We're not the majority but we're not insignificant either. Fifteen women out of fifty-two fighters. Almost a third.Marie's loading a shotgun with silver pellets. She's nineteen. Turned wolf six months ago. Still learning control but determined.Sarah's sharpening stakes. Former blood club performer. The one who sent us intelligence. Except she died in the building collapse during our rescue.Wait. Different Sarah. This Sarah is different person. Young. Angry. Ready to fight.I shake off the confusion. Focus."How are you feeling?" Danny asks. He's coordinating fighters. Arm still in sling from the rescue mission."Like I've been tor

SILASI watch from the rooftop. Non-combatant. Observer. Recorder of history.This is what I do. Document death. Keep records. Ensure nothing is forgotten.My notebook is open. I'm writing as fast as I can.7:04 AM - First death. Vampire hunter (designation V-12). Shot by Marie Castellano. Silver bullet to chest.7:05 AM - Second death. Wolf fighter (designation W-03, name: James Moreau). Incinerated by dragon fire.7:06 AM - Third death. Fae warrior (designation F-07). Beheaded by vampire hunter.The count rises. Fast. Brutal.By 7:15 AM, I've recorded twenty-three wolf deaths. Fifteen vampire hunters. Three fae warriors.Forty-one dead in eleven minutes.This isn't battle. It's massacre. Both sides bleeding out.I document everything. Who killed whom. How they died. Where they fell.Someone needs to remember. When this is over, when survivors tell stories, they'll forget details. Misremember. Create myths.I provide truth. Exact. Detailed. Undeniable.7:18 AM - Wolf fighter (W-22, n

PROFESSOR CORNELIUS FELLThe laboratory is beneath the British Museum. Three levels underground. Climate controlled. Magically warded. Perfect conditions for experimentation.I'm examining the bodies collected from the Rookeries battle. Fifteen specimens so far. My mages are efficient. Collecting during chaos. Transporting while everyone's distracted.Body one: Young wolf. Female. Seventeen years old. Turned six months ago. Still has human memories. Perfect for cognition studies.Body two: Hybrid child. Male. Three years old. Werewolf-human cross. Rare. Valuable. Dead from crossfire.Body three: Dhampir. Female. Twenty-one years old. Valentina Corvino's cousin apparently. Died fighting vampires.Wait. She's not dead.I check vitals. Weak pulse. Shallow breathing. Critically wounded but alive.Even better. Living specimens are more valuable than corpses.I preserve her in magical stasis. Healing her enough to survive but keeping her unconscious. She'll wake in my facility. Become perma