My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 467

Chapter 467: Chapter 467 ONE MONSTER DOWN

SERAPHINA’S POV

Jack lasted thirty-seven hours.

I wasn’t surprised by the impatience.

Men like Jack Draven did not know how to endure humiliation quietly. They could survive losses. They could tolerate setbacks. They could even endure pain if it gave them something to rage against.

But being cornered publicly? Being named, exposed, and abandoned by the very chaos he had tried to weaponize?

That was different.

When the first perimeter alarm screamed through Nightfang’s command center, I almost burst into laughter.

I was standing beside Kieran, over a table covered with route maps, surveillance reports, and troop placements, when the sound cut through the room like a blade.

Every conversation stopped.

Maya froze with one hand pressed to her headset. Corin lifted his head from the tactical feed. Ethan’s eyes sharpened instantly across the table.

Kieran did not move for half a second.

Then his gaze met mine, and a silent conversation passed between us.

’There it is.’

“Location.” Kieran’s voice reverberated through the room.

Gavin’s voice came through the speaker system, calm but edged with urgency. “Eastern industrial corridor. Three groups approaching from different access points. Mostly rogues, armed. They’re trying to split our response.”

“Numbers?”

“Initial count is forty-eight,” Maya answered from the surveillance station, her fingers flying across the keyboard. “No, correction—sixty-two. They’re using scent blockers and false heat signatures.”

“They want us confused,” Ethan said grimly.

Kieran’s mouth hardened. “Then disappoint them.”

The command center erupted into motion.

No panic.

No shouting for the sake of shouting.

Just movement, fast and clean, everyone slipping into the positions we had rehearsed because we had known Jack would come.

He must have believed his surprise attack would fracture our coalition before we finished consolidating.

Instead, he was walking straight into the net we had built for him.

I pushed away from the table, pulse racing wild, feeling silver warmth begin to stir beneath my skin.

“I’m going to the eastern line.”

Kieran’s hand caught mine before I took a step.

His eyes searched mine with fierce urgency, gold already bleeding through the dark—a plea laced with fear and love.

“Stay safe.”

I lifted our hands and pressed a kiss to the back of his knuckles.

"You too."

“If Jack is there—”

“I know,” I said softly.

We needed him alive.

For evidence. For names. For routes. For everything Catherine and Marcus had buried behind layers of blood and fear.

Kieran’s jaw flexed once.

Then he released me.

The night outside pressed in, thick with heat and smoke, every breath burning my lungs and every shadow sharpened by the taste of coming violence.

Los Angeles stretched beyond Nightfang’s controlled territory in a glittering sprawl of distant lights, but here, near the eastern industrial corridor, the world had narrowed to concrete, warehouses, chain-link fences, and the metallic scent of violence waiting to happen.

The first wave hit before I reached the forward line.

Rogues surged from between abandoned loading bays, moving fast beneath the cover of smoke bombs and wolfsbane-laced irritants.

Their formation was rough but not mindless. They had been drilled well enough to strike in layers.

Too bad for them, we had drilled harder.

“Left flank, hold,” Kieran ordered through the speakers, his voice steady enough to cut through the chaos.

“Frostbane, Shadowmoon, close the southern gap. Seabreeze, Bloodspire, suppress the rear units. Nightfang, advance on my mark.”

The allied response snapped into place with brutal precision.

Frostbane and Shadowmoon wolves slammed into the southern attackers before they could break through the barricade.

Seabreeze and Bloodspire fighters, lean and swift, moved like water through smoke, cutting off retreat paths with nets soaked in neutralizing compounds Alois had prepared.

Nightfang warriors held the center, disciplined and unyielding, forcing the rogues into narrower lanes where their numbers became less useful.

I lifted my hand.

Silver pressure unfurled from me in a controlled wave, sweeping toward the first cluster of attackers.

My mind brushed theirs.

Fear. Rage. Orders repeated until they became instinct.

Jack’s voice in their memories, promising survival through violence.

My power sharpened.

Sleep.

The command struck cleanly.

A dozen rogues dropped instantly, collapsing across the pavement before they could reach our front line.

Then something hit back.

A psychic barrier rose across the battlefield, invisible but unmistakable, catching my next wave and splintering it apart before it reached its targets.

Pain sparked behind my eyes as I staggered half a step.

Corin appeared beside me immediately, his sea-salt-and-citrus scent cutting through smoke and blood.

“There,” he said, eyes narrowed toward the north warehouse roof. “Not one psychic. A team.”

I followed his gaze.

At first, I saw nothing.

Then I stopped looking with my eyes.

There—figures positioned along the rooftop, each standing at a separate point around a faintly glowing sigil array.

Five of them.

They moved their hands in perfect unison. Their psychic pressure locked together like interlaced blades.

“Jack brought specialists,” I muttered.

One moment, Kieran stood at the edge of the front line, golden-eyed and deadly. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

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