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CHAPTER 81: I bury them Nero and Nico arrived at the location of their meeting with Viktor Sokolov, and it was another decrepit, rundown factory that had been abandoned. The air inside the derelict factory was cold and metallic, and the atmosphere was thick with the smell of rust, oil, and gunpowder.

Katia pointed at a point marked on the map and said, “This is too simple. I’ll need more time to locate the exact location of the grave.” “How long?” asked Tyr. She replied, “Three days is enough. After all, it has a lot of information on it.” Tyr nodded. He would not question what Katia said. After all, she was a descendant of the Night Stalkers Sect, a famed ancient grave digging organization in Celestial Empire. Locating a point in a simply construed map was nothing but a piece of cake for them. “You can spend the days here at Kald Fortress. Then, after we confirm the location, you’ll come along with us to the grave,” said Katia.

I’ll have you back soon, Rose. Joel’s POV “Where’s Rose?” Brent asked me. “Just gave her a few minutes of privacy is all. Her mark is pretty cool. There’s three wolves howling at a red moon. What does that even mean? I’ve seen wolves howling at the moon but never a red moon.” I said. We had just completed the ritual and Rose bore all our marks, minus the incubus’. “Maybe we can ask Abigail,” Colten suggested. That wasn’t a bad idea actually.

His eyes flicked over the words, hardening with each line. Finally, he spoke. “Cassian calls for blood. One moon from tonight. Alpha against Alpha. Winner claims territory. Loser dies.” Gasps echoed. Wolves growled, some pacing, others snarling, their grief transforming into fury. Lena’s blood chilled. A moon. Thirty nights. Thirty nights until Kade faced Cassian. Thirty nights until everything shattered—or was remade. Kade crushed the scroll in his fist, the parchment splintering into ash. He turned to the pack, his voice a roar.

"You've alerted our enemies. They know we're coming. You've given them time to prepare, to strategize, to turn our own advantage against us." "We... we can still be strategic," Claim wheezed, struggling to his knees. "Nightfall pack isn't ordinary. They have alliances, technology, resources we don't—" "Strategic?" "I am done with strategy. I am done with patience. Tomorrow at dawn, we will march onto the Nightfall pack with every warrior we have. We burn their territory to the ground. We slaughter every man, woman, and child. And I will personally tear Trent's heart from his chest and feed it to Zora before I kill her too." He said rubbing his temple.

He checked the amount and value of the recent harvest from the wasteland that was stated in the ledger. The yearly cross-house tournament was coming, and house Valentino had to offer their share of resources that would be used as part of the reward to give to the Victors. Rufus Valentino rubbed his forehead as he laid his back on the chair made from agar wood . Vampires don't really get tired, but they sure as hell aren't immune to frustration. "I should have a damn secretary for these stuffs" count Rufus muttered with exasperation in his tone.

Morning fog pressed pale against the enormous windows overlooking the mountains, turning the forest beyond into blurred shadows and silver light. The voices grew clearer near the study. “…not authorizing entry into Nightfall territory without review,” Darius was saying. Elara slowed automatically near the doorway. A man stood across from him near the desk, broad-shouldered and gray-haired with a Nightfall insignia stitched into the sleeve of his coat. One of the older wolves. Security, probably. Neither of them noticed her immediately. “The councils are already pushing back,” the man said quietly. “Blackwater’s escalating because they think they can force a mistake.”

I shaked violently,as soon as I did, I felt him pour in me. He rolled off me ,mye became blurry.. "I love you Michael"I told him exhaustedly. I thought he didn't hear me...I just fell into a deep slumber. "I love you Natty" I heard him say but I was already asleep.

I sobbed incoherent, broken body shuddering with the turbulence. “Come for us,” Dante growled breaking first. Orgasm detonated violent, transcendent as they filled me hot, claiming every convulsion. The plane leveled storm easing as we collapsed, panting, tangled in seats. Nadia’s voice cut through weak, mocking. “Touching. But the swarm doesn’t care about your love. It’s already stirring. Check your feeds.” Katarina’s laptop beeped alert flashing. “Pings from Yakutsk. Dormant strain activating. Low-level. But spreading.”