Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 336

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hapter 336 The Industrial Grid

hapter 336 The Industrial Grid

atalie’s POV

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be heavy metallic scent of transmission fluid and scorched rubber filled the darkness of the cargo bay, mixing with the bitter hemical residue still clinging to the air from the ver suppression gas.

very breath felt heavier than the last, my lungs still burning from the attack, but the pain was nothing compared to the frustration

ilding inside my chest.

lay against the cold iron floor of the utility truck, my body trapped beneath the weight of the silver laced steel mesh wrapped ghtly around my frame.

he material looked simple from the outside, just a network of metallic threads designed to restraint movement, but I could feel the uth of it running through every inch of my body.

ach filament carried suppression energy, each tiny strand designed to attack the connection between me and Nyx.

my time I tried to push against it, the mesh reacted.

arp wave of burning energy ripped through my core channels.

e–hot.

ntless.

answered every time with a furious roar behind my ribs, her golden presence striking against the silver barner She wish

was angry.

that anger kept me awake.

ause they had made one mistake.

my believed suppressing my wolf meant suppressing me

had forgotten that before Nyx ever returned, I survived as a Scribe.

vived with my mind

fus amount of silver could take that away.

suddenly swerved, sending my body sliding slightly across the metal hoor Framdyment was toughe nger crushing through loose logging patty or mud

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The pressure beneath the vehicle.

The smell coming through the small ventilation gaps.

Old industrial air mixed with heavy smoke.

I closed my eyes, focusing through the pain as I reconstructed the map in my head.

The abandoned railway bypass.

The lower industrial valley.

Of course.

It was the only logical location.

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They couldn’t keep traveling with the amount of silver suppression gas still saturating the transport.

The filtration system would be overloaded, the engine would begin overheating, and if they attempted a long–distance border crossing without changing the internal systems, the entire vehicle would become a death trap.

They needed a depot.

A controlled location.

A place where they could replace the filters and continue running.

Which meant they weren’t escaping yet.

They were preparing.

A slow breath left my lips.

Jensen was desperate, but desperation made people predictable.

The truck slowed.

Then stopped.

The sudden silence after the engine died was almost worse than the noise.

For a moment, there was nothing.

No movement.

No voices.

Just the sound of my own breathing and Nyx’s restrained growt echoing faintly beneath my skin.

Clank.

The first lock released

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Another followed.

Clank.

The heavy deadbolts on the outside of the cargo doors shifted one after another, each sound carrying through the metal walls like countdown.

I stayed still.

Not because I was afraid.

Because information was power.

And right now, every second gave me more of it.

The doors opened.

A flood of harsh fluorescent light cut through the darkness, forcing my eyes to adjust. Shadows moved above me as the mercenaries stepped into view.

Two of them.

Both wearing reinforced tactical gear.

Both carrying weapons.

Both looking far too confident.

They grabbed the edges of the silver mesh and pulled.

My body dragged across the metal floor, my boots scraping uselessly against the surface as they pulled me toward the open air

The moment I stepped outside, the location confirmed itself.

The warehouse was enormous.

A forgotten industrial structure from another era, with rusted iron beams stretching across the ceiling and old machinery sleeping in the corners.

The walls were covered with faded markings from companies that no longer existed, and the entire building carried the feeling something abandoned.

Hydraulic systems hummed somewhere deeper inside.

Old machines waited in silence.

A perfect hiding place.

A perfect cage.

Except cages only worked if the person inside believed they were trapped

The mercenaries dragged me forward, the silver mesh tightening with every moverimet

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My wrists burned beneath the pressure, but I refused to give them the reaction they wanted.

neare

Ten meters ahead, standing neare row of active monitoring terminals, was Jensen.

And he looked exactly like what he had become.

A man running out of options.

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His expensive appearance was gone. His once–perfect image had been replaced by a torn coat, messy hair, and a face drained of everything except panic.

The proud heir of the Southern High Council had disappeared.

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All that remained was someone clinging to the last pieces of a life he could no longer control.

The moment his bloodshot eyes met mine, something ugly twisted across his face.

A smile.

“Get her into the reinforcement chair!” Jensen shouted.

His voice cracked halfway through the command.

“Lock the primary cuffs. Now! Before Blackridge tracking cells find us!”

The scarred mercenary commander beside him immediately looked irritated.

He looked exhausted.

And more importantly, he looked afraid.

“We are already behind schedule,” he snapped, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. “Your little revenge mission cost us time, Jensen. The moment we left the canyon, the Blackridge network started tearing through our financial channels.”

His eyes narrowed.

“Our transport accounts are frozen. Our personal credits are failing. If we don’t cross the border soon, nobody gets paid

Jensen’s expression darkened.

“They can’t reach us here.”

The words came too quickly.

Too desperately.

Falmost smiled.

The mercenaries forced me into the heavy iron chair positioned in the center of the warehouse. The sous fure was anfoted, bust specifically for containment. Silver cuffs were attached to the arms, designed to keep my core completi

They locked one wrist.

Then the other

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The sound echoed through the warehouse.

But I didn’t react.

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Jensen approached slowly, clutching a digital terminal in his hands. His fingers shook so badly that the device nearly slipped from his grip.

“Natalie,” he said.

His voice lowered.

Almost gentle.

That was the part that made him more pathetic.

He was still trying to pretend he had control.

“You don’t understand what happens next.”

He stopped in front of me.

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“Once your biological registry is transferred into the Gunn vault system, Blackridge Pack loses its advantage. Your mate loses everything.”

His smile widened.

“He thinks he is untouchable because he hides behind power and influence, but once I have your design markers, once I unlock the Frost lineage access points, his entire empire belongs to us.”

He leaned closer.

“The great Baron Blackridge will finally fall.”

For a moment, I simply looked at him.

Really looked at him.

And I realized something.

He still didn’t understand.

Not me.

Not Baron..