**When Night Grows Softer Hope Returns To Lead Us by Asa Rowan Finn**
**Chapter 153**
“There is,” the wolf growled, his voice laced with fury. “The vampires are escalating their malevolence to unprecedented heights.”
“What exactly are they doing?” Talya inquired, her tone cautious, as if the very act of speaking might draw unwanted attention.
“They are attempting to transform human females,” he replied, his anger palpable in the air between them.
“Transforming them into vampires?” Talya gasped, her breath hitching at the thought. The wolf nodded solemnly, and Talya instinctively brought her hand to her mouth, horrified by the implications of his words.
“You will need to dream walk into the minds of the vampires to discover their whereabouts,” the wolf instructed, his eyes narrowing with determination. “We must put a stop to this.”
Calya stared at him, her mind racing to comprehend the enormity of what he was asking. “You mean I have to do what I do with you, but with a vampire?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as if uttering the words might summon the darkness itself.
“Similar,” the wolf affirmed, his gaze unwavering.
“Why can’t you just tell me where they’re operating?” Talya pressed, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.
“I do not possess that knowledge,” the wolf admitted, his voice tinged with regret.
“I thought you were all-knowing. Aren’t you like some kind of god?” Talya challenged, her curiosity piqued.
“I understand everything about my wolves and can see all that transpires in the shifter world, but when it comes to the human realm and the vampire domain, I am as lost as anyone else,” he explained, his tone revealing a hint of vulnerability.
Talya absorbed this revelation with a heavy heart. “Wow,” she murmured, the weight of his words settling in. “How do you know the vampires are turning humans?” she asked, her voice trembling with concern.
“One of my wolves in Boston stumbled upon a newly transformed girl. She had been completely drained of blood—an unmistakable vampire trait. She was discovered lifeless in a dumpster,” the wolf said, his voice thick with rage.
Talya felt her stomach churn at the gruesome imagery. “That’s horrific,” she whispered, the reality of the situation hitting her like a physical blow.
“She was merely sixteen,” the wolf added, his tone somber, as if mourning a lost soul.
Talya inhaled sharply, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on her chest. “That’s just awful,” she breathed out, the words barely escaping her lips.
The wolf nodded in agreement. “She is not the only one,” he said, his eyes reflecting the sorrow of countless others. Talya nodded in silence, choosing not to pry further; she didn’t want to delve deeper into that darkness.
“So, what’s my role in all of this?” she asked, her voice steady despite the turmoil within.

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