The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 407

Chapter 407: Reunited

(Third Person).

The tunnel was deathly quiet now—nothing but the hiss of burning debris and the echo of dripping blood.

The stench of gunpowder and iron clung thick to the air.

Meredith stood amidst the ruin, her chest heaving. Around her, bodies lay scattered—human soldiers felled by her rage, their weapons twisted and broken.

The blade of her sword dripped crimson in the faint, flickering light.

Her gaze swept the carnage until it found the fallen warriors—their own. Two lay still, their eyes glazed over. The others were crumpled and bleeding, barely holding on.

A tremor passed through her hand. Slowly, she dropped to her knees beside the nearest warrior’s dead body once again, her fingers trembling as she brushed his arm.

Her throat burned. She had promised herself she wouldn’t lose anyone.

Her gaze flicked to the blood painting the ground. Then a desperate thought crossed her mind.

Without hesitation, Meredith gripped her sword tighter and turned the blade toward herself. Her left hand stretched forward—steady, and determined.

Just as she raised her right hand to strike, Valmora’s voice cut through her thoughts like a lash of wind.

"Do you want to expose your true self?"

Meredith’s grip faltered. Her breath came ragged. "I don’t care," she muttered, her voice trembling. "I have to try and help them."

"It won’t work." Valmora’s tone was softer now, but unyielding.

"The fae blood that can heal is there, yes. But your powers are still sealed. Your blood is useless until your true nature awakens."

The sword slipped from Meredith’s hand, clattering to the ground. She bowed her head, her silver hair falling around her face. The air trembled with her grief and frustration.

"You seem to be enjoying my misery," she whispered.

"You are thinking too much, Meredith." Valmora’s tone was firm now, almost maternal. "I only want to remind you—you are a vessel, not a god. You can’t save everyone. You must not carry that burden. The dead are gone. But look—those who live are rising."

Meredith blinked, forcing her tear-blurred vision to focus. And there they were—the surviving warriors.

One by one, they stirred, pushing themselves up with weak but determined movements. Their wounds were still raw, but healing. They looked toward her, their voices hoarse but alive.

"Luna... are you all right?" one of them asked.

Meredith inhaled shakily and nodded, though her voice came out small. "I’m fine."

Just then, the sound of heavy boots echoed from the far end of the tunnel—measured, purposeful.

The warriors turned their heads sharply, tense for an instant before familiar scents reached them.

Draven emerged from the haze of smoke, his eyes glowing faintly under the low light. Jeffery followed closely behind, his expression grim.

Draven’s gaze swept the chaos—the burning debris, the corpses, his warriors struggling to their feet—and finally found her.

Meredith stood in the midst of it all, illuminated by the faint red glow of the fire. Her silver hair was streaked with soot and blood, her sword at her feet. She looked exhausted yet unbroken.

Their eyes met.

Draven didn’t speak at first. He simply crossed the last few feet between them and stopped right before her, his presence wrapping around her like a quiet storm.

Jeffery glanced around, exhaling slowly. "Looks like we came just in time," he muttered.

Draven’s gaze stayed fixed on his wife. "Are you hurt?"

Meredith shook her head, but her eyes betrayed her exhaustion. "No... but they are."

He followed her glance toward the surviving warriors. Then, without a word, he lifted his hand, the faint shimmer of his Alpha energy pulsing outward—a silent wave of command and reassurance.

The warriors lowered their heads in acknowledgement, the tension easing from their shoulders.

For a moment, only silence filled the ruined passage—the kind that comes after chaos.

Then Draven’s voice, low and steady: "Let’s go home."

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The government house was still burning from the inside out.

Flames crawled up the walls, turning the once-proud structure into a graveyard of light and shadow.

"Stay cautious. The vampires are still out there. We leave unseen or not at all."

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