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"Are not. I have some questions. Isn't Evelyn a member of Black Moon? And the one we fight is Red River. How did she appear in the middle of the battlefield?” For some reason, that man suddenly became angry; he slammed his hands on the bed and gritted his teeth. “I don't know what the Red River side said, but Black Moon agreed to help. If it weren't for those people standing in the way, we would probably have captured the Red River long ago. You here will not know how harsh it is on the battlefield. Black Moon's army is powerful; they seem to have lasting power, fighting forever." "Black Moon's elite army?" I forced my mouth to ask, then was startled, afraid that he would make him suspect me

Gage grabbed Taurus who almost fell due to the explosion then jumped with him. The Rogues ran into the steets as the guards shot water blasts at them. They battled their way out of the city of Liquid Isle and disappeared into the Grove Forest.

Chapter 102: The first rays of dawn spilled over the battlefield, revealing a landscape forever altered by the night’s brutal struggle. The enemy, though repelled, had left behind a haunting silence and a bitter tally of loss. The Blue Moon Pack’s warriors, now bloodied and exhausted, gathered around the battered remnants of the defense line. Each wolf bore scars not only on their bodies but in their hearts—a reminder that every victory in battle came at a steep cost.

The battle was far from over, and as the crowd panicked and scattered, I knew we had only bought ourselves a little time. As the full moon began to rise, casting an eerie glow over the chaotic scene, I realized the true scope of our fight. Gabriel Blackwood would stop at nothing to achieve his goals, and the true enemy might be lurking closer than ever before.

The song's effects began to wane. Denzel stumbled. "Hold...up..." Denzel whispered. The song's influence weakened. Denzel's eyes flashed. He fought on. The battle intensified. Black Moon werewolves were falling to the ground, some dead and some struggling to live Injuries mounted. The outcome hung in the balance. The battle was reaching its climax.

The nerves I thought I had under control stir again, fluttering under my ribs. Drake sits beside me, his broad shoulders tense, gaze fixed somewhere in the distance. He doesn’t speak right away. Instead, he takes a long sip of his coffee, as if trying to decide where to begin. I wait, watching the wind stir the branches above us. Finally, his voice breaks the quiet. Low. Measured. “There have been attacks. On werewolf packs. Blackwater hasn't been attacked but there have been a few close to home.” I stiffen, already knowing this isn’t a normal kind of violence.

The Black Mamba has always thrived in the face of adversity, and tonight, he will not go down without a fight. With a snarl of rage, Cortis charges towards Wilson, his body a blur of motion as he cuts through the battlefield. His warriors, inspired by their leader's defiance, rally to him, launching a desperate counterattack that momentarily halts the Redbone advance. But it is too little, too late. The Hydra Pack's fate is sealed, and all that remains is the final confrontation.

“They were sane.” The entire hall stilled. “They fought like warriors aware of every strike. One even begged for death, saying he was being called back to the roots. We burned the remains, but the ground beneath them...” she glanced at Lucifer..“it bled blood but not crimson, it was black" Next was Alpha Cade Dauntless Evergreen, of Riverdale Pack, master of water. His presence was calm yet powerful, like the rivers he commanded. “The attacks reached us shortly after the Knight River incident. The rogues came through the mist along our bay. When I drowned one to stop his rampage, the water turned black. It was alive, writhing with something unnatural.”

Chapter 5: The Awakening of the Black Blood 3 A.M Valenfor. Above the city, unmarked aircrafts sliced through the clouds like silent predators. Below, the entire Hollow Vein valley had been sealed off. Towers of white light pierced the darkness blades of divine judgment ready to fall. The operation “Black Blood Purge” , a top secret plan buried by the Hunter’s Council for more than a decade, had finally begun. In the command center, Marcus Vale, the High Commander, stood before a giant screen, cold light reflecting across his stern face.

His rifle skidded across the wet asphalt. "Contact!" Shouts erupted from the far side of the roof. Boots hammered against the deck. Dominic tried to move, his vision blurring into a grey haze. Then, a heavy mechanical groan rose from the center of the roof. Hugo crew closed in—three charcoal ghosts in the rain. Their flashlight beams pinned the mercenary against the concrete lip of the roof. Dominic stepped out of the shadows, a blood-soaked ruin. His left arm was dead weight, his suit jacket a sodden mess. He walked with a hitch, his center of gravity shattered.