The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221: Twenty-Eight Hours

(Third Person).

That was a mistake. A very big one from the Vampire, because in a flash, Draven moved.

One second, the vampire stood confidently—smirking. The next, he was gasping, clutching his stomach.

Draven’s claws had sunk in, then slashed upward in one smooth, brutal motion.

"You won’t live to touch a hair on her head," Draven hissed.

The vampire stumbled back—but Draven was already behind him, elbow slamming into the back of his head.

The vampire fell to his knees, coughing up blood.

With a savage kick, Draven sent him flying against a tree. The bark cracked, and its bones shattered.

Regardless of the pain and the shock, the vampire tried to rise, one last desperate snarl on his lips—

But Draven was faster.

He charged, grabbed the vampire by the jaw, and ripped it sideways with a sickening snap.

The vampire’s body dropped limp to the ground. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Draven stood over him, breath steady, eyes glowing gold.

The moonlight caught on his bloodstained skin, making him look less like a werewolf—and more like a god of war.

In the silence, Jeffery and Dennis emerged from the woods. They stared at the mess, then at their Draven.

"Is it over?" Dennis asked.

"For tonight," Draven answered without turning.

Jeffery nodded. "The others fled. We will track them when daylight breaks."

"No need," Draven replied as his eyes scanned the grounds one last time. "They’ve been long gone."

Dennis shut his eyes briefly and let out a groan. "I think we should be expecting more visits from our cold-blooded newfound friends in the future."

"If you ask me, I think they would visit really soon," Jeffery commented, turning sideways to glance at Dennis.

"At least they wouldn’t underestimate us and send just ten next time. Or maybe, they will focus on the Humans and deal with them really well," Dennis joked.

Draven spoke, his voice low but absolute. "Preserve a few of the best dead bodies and leave no traces of what happened tonight."

"Good!" Dennis gestured with his hands. "Now, we don’t get to enjoy the rest of our sleep."

Draven ignored his whines and gave another direct order. "We meet for a briefing after breakfast."

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Meredith didn’t bother looking at the clock. She had counted the minutes in her head anyway.

However, a few minutes later, the door creaked open, and the moment Draven stepped into the room, she smelled it—iron and ash, faint yet undeniable. Blood.

Even though his face was clean and his hands were no longer stained, the scent clung to him like a shadow.

He shut the door behind him quietly, eyes falling on her.

Meredith sat up in bed, her long silver hair spilling over her shoulders. Her voice was calm but laced with concern. "Is it over?"

Draven gave a small nod, his gaze steady. "Yes. There were ten vampires in total. We took out eight. Two escaped."

Her lips pressed into a thin line. "Were there any casualties on our side?"

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