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Elena’s POVO
The moment we finished cleaning up the carnage in the backyard and Marcus’s father finally lay dead, I wasted no time gathering every single warrior in the meeting hall. I gathered all the warriors together and we started going over the plan.
The strategy was bold, dangerous, and probably insane. But it was our only shot at ending this nightmare once and for all.
I watched Damien’s face throughout my presentation, noting how his jaw tightened with every detail I revealed. His dark eyes held a storm of emotions that he was fighting to contain, but I could read him like an open book. Fear. Anger. Desperation. He wanted to protest, to find another way, but he knew as well as I did that we were running out of options.
The pack doctors I’d requested to attend shifted uncomfortably in their seats as I explained what I needed from them. Their faces were grave as they considered the medical implications of my plan.
“It’s risky,” one of the doctors admitted, running a hand through his graying hair. “But theoretically possible. We’d need some time to prepare everything properly, make sure we have all the right equipment.”
“And the recovery time?” I pressed.
“That’s the unknown variable,” another doctor added, her voice clinical but concerned. “Your healing abilities should compensate, but we’ve never attempted anything like this before.”
I nodded, accepting the uncertainty. Risk was something I’d learned to live with long
ago.
Throughout the entire discussion, Damien remained silent, his hands clenched so tightly in his lap that his knuckles had gone white. I knew he was thinking about our children, about the possibility of them losing their mother. The guilt of putting him through this ate at me, but there was no other choice.
I was the target. I was the one the vampire master craved, the one whose power he believed he could harness. What he didn’t know was that my saliva contained something lethal to his kind, a natural defense mechanism that could end his
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existence with a single bite. If he knew the truth about what I was capable of, he’d be running in the opposite direction instead of hunting me down like prey.
But his ignorance was our advantage, and I intended to use it.
The meeting concluded with grim determination settling over the room. Everyone understood their roles, even if they didn’t like them. As the warriors filed out, I caught Damien’s arm before he could follow them.
“I know what you’re thinking,” I said softly.
“Do you?” His voice was rough with barely contained emotion. “Because I’m thinking about how our kids are going to feel when they find out their mother decided to play bait with a psychopathic vampire.”
The accusation stung because it held truth. But sometimes being a mother meant making the hardest choices to protect your family.
I squeezed his arm. “This is the only way to stop the killing. He’s murdering innocent humans just to draw me out, framing Marcus’s pack to get the government involved. We’re being hunted from two directions now, and people are dying because of me.” Damien’s expression softened slightly, but the worry didn’t leave his eyes. “Just promise me you’ll be careful.”
“I promise,” I whispered, hoping it wasn’t a lie.
After he left, I retreated to the packhouse and dove into the dark web, using every connection and skill I’d developed over the years to track down information about our government problem. It took hours of careful searching, but eventually I found what I was looking for. The agent in charge of the operation against werewolves had a digital footprint, and I memorized every detail about how to contact him.
With that information secured, I made my way down to the basement where we were keeping our captured creature. The thing cowered in the corner of its cage as I approached, its unnatural eyes reflecting the dim light like a trapped animal.
I pulled out my phone and started recording, making sure to capture its inhuman features clearly.
“Why is your master killing humans?” I demanded, my voice cold and authoritative.
“Because he wants to,” it replied with typical vampire arrogance.
“Don’t play games with me. He’s doing it to draw me back here, isn’t he?”
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The creature’s silence was answer enough, but I needed it on record.
“You know what happens when you lie to me.” I warned, letting a hint of my wolf’s power seep into my voice. “Tell me the truth. Now.”
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