Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 384

Chapter-384 The Siege Of The White Gravel

Chapter 384 The Siege Of The White Gravel

Natalie’s POV

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The transition from the wild mountain passes to the structured boundaries of the main Blackridge pack happened with sudden, violent clarity.

The moment our lead transport cleared the final treeline, the circular driveway came into full view through the reinforced windshield.

The peaceful clearing I had left behind was already gone.

Four massive, unbranded grey translt rigs were anchored across the white gravel in a tight, aggressive crescent formation.

Their side doors hung wide open, throwing thirty Moon Pack mercenaries straight onto our domestic pavement.

“They’re already firing on the rear guard!” Flynn roared from the pilot’s seat, slamming the pneumatic brakes to bring our thirty- ton chassis to a screeching halt across the driveway rim.

RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!

The deafening din of kinetic lead shattered the valley peace.

“Secure the children’s cabin!” I commanded, my voice carrying authority that left zero room for hesitation.

Before our tires stopped spinning against the limestone, the heavy side doors flew open.

Waylon and Ruby blurred into the smoky clearing like two silver-haired mountain giants, their massive ancestral broadswords drawn and gleaming with cold, lethal symmetry in the red dawn light.

Flynn launched himself directly behind their shoulders, his own blade catching the harsh morning glare as they crashed into the mercenary front lines.

The war was immediate, raw, and entirely hand-to-hand.

Waylon’s broadsword cut through the air with a terrifying mechanical whistle the sheer kinetic torque of his vanguard strength shattering mercenary rifles into useless scrap with a single downward sweep.

Ruby moved like a golden-eyed shadow beside his flank, her blade deflecting incoming rounds before her forearm drove straight into a mercenary’s chest, throwing him ten feet backward into the dirt.

They fought with the flawless, synchronized rhythm of a bloodline that had survived twenty winters of border wars, clearing the driveway yard by yard.

I stood rigid on the iron running board, my gold eyes flaring with brilliant processing fire with a sharps expansion if my marrow projected an invisible network block across the clearing

The electronic scopes and aiming arrays on the remaining mercenaries weapons violently hissed, sputterent, dead weight.

But my focus wasn’t on the bleeding enforcers in the mud. My gaze was gunned entirely in the lead gray lumit ng seat.

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Chapter 384 The Siege Of The White Gravel

The heavy door swung loose on its hinges, and Loretta stepped down onto the white gravel.

She looked completely stripped of the pristine corporate majesty she had carried in ber penthouse tower.

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Her silver hair whipped wildly around her pale, haggard face. Her amber eyes were completely bloodshot-wide, unhinged, and overflowing with venomous, suicidal malice that had blinded her inner wolf’s survival instincts.

“Your partner is locked in a cage, Loretta!” I shouted into the wind, my voice echoing off the stone estate facade with freezing sub- zero current. “Your Nightfang alliance is dead! Jensen is finished, and your Moon Pack tokens are worthless on this sheet!”

“I don’t give a damn about Jensen!” Loretta shrieked, her voice cracking into a manic scream like a broken brake line scraping axle, “That pathetic Alpha let a common wandering Scribe rewrite his entire legacy because he was obsessed with claiming your marrow! He was a useless tool, Natalie-just like my bastard stepson!”

She took a frantic, uneven step forward, her heavy boots grinding loose masonry into fine grey powder.

“I am the rightful matriarch of this quadrant!” she bellowed into the smoke, fingers trembling with hysterical strength.

“I spent five winters building a corporate empire to shield my true bloodline, and I will not watch the Moon Pack dissolve into an empty asset column while Baron sits on a Blackridge throne he doesn’t deserve! If I cannot have his territorial deeds then I will leave this entire valley rotting in the dirt!”

With a sudden, sickening alignment of her shoulders, she hauled an antique, heavy iron weapon from beneath her cloak.

The heavy barrel gleamed with dull, industrial toxin sheen. She didn’t pivot toward Waylon’s broadsword. She didn’t align the crude optical sight toward my chest.

With slow, deliberate tilt of her wrists, Loretta pinned the crosshairs straight onto the small reinforced window of the rear storage cabin-the exact coordinate where Sean and Susie huddled beneath Nomad blankets.

“Let’s see how your master ledger handles an absolute family deletion, Scribe!” Loretta screamed, her spider-like finger tightening around the manual trigger.

My breath caught sharply. Primitive, maternal terror slammed through my core channels.

The distance between her muzzle and my children was less than fifteen meters.

The sub-zero current of my Frost lineage exploded through my marrow with absolute, terrifying density, my bands reaching out th project a wall of solid ice across the driveway pavement.

But the chemical firing pin was already dropping against the live primer.

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Before the gunshot could echo through the valley, the deatening, earth-shaking scream of a twin turbine supercharger shatte the mountain gale from the rear ridge line

The shattered remnants of our entrance gates violently exploded outward as Baron burst into the clearing like a back in Ametic

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His eyes flared with bloodshot, murderous current that physically distorted the local alte ardent ho name, nis jang blade drawn and gleaming with femifying, unyielding finality

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Baron’s POV

I blurred into an upright martial stance, my chest bare and heaving in ragged, predatory cadence beneath my tattered shirt.

The Raze current in my marrow was running at absolute terminal threshold, vibrating through my ribs with primitive fury that obliterated the remaining boundaries of my human intellect.

My eyes swept the clearing in a fraction of a second, bypassing the bleeding mercenaries and Flynn’s flashing broadsword until they locked entirely on the center of the driveway.

Loretta stood less than ten paces from the rear cabin where my babies were sleeping.

The antique, silver-tipped rifle was welded to her shoulder, its heavy iron muzzle already spitting a blinding flash of chemical fire as she pulled the trigger to kill my children.

The sight of that silver barrel pointed at Sean and Susie’s coordinates drove a jagged, white-hot spike straight through my core, liquidating every veil I had ever woven over the past five winters.

“Loretta!” I roared, a sub-bass sound so raw, so heavy with a father’s unadulterated primal rage, that the structural concrete pillars supporting the main estate porch violently cracked along their center seams.

I launched myself forward across the frost-rimed gravel, my long tactical blade cutting a clean, murderous vector through the smoke wall as I raced the chemical trajectory of the bullet to defend my family once and for all.