The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey (Thora and Darius) novel Chapter 150

**Shadows Hearts by Joseph King**
**Chapter 150: The Quiet Rise**

Luke held the bullet delicately between his fingers, turning it over as if it were a precious artifact rather than a deadly projectile. “I get it,” he said, his voice steady. “But let’s be real—this type of silver round isn’t exactly a rare find. Anyone with the right connections can easily acquire it.”

Thora stood tall, her arms crossed tightly across her chest, exuding an air of authority. “You know what all the rule-breakers, the line-crossers, and those who treat destruction like a game have in common?” Her tone was sharp, almost challenging.

Luke adjusted his glasses, the lenses catching the light as he squinted in confusion. “I have no idea.”

While he was hardly the poster child for following rules, the idea of wreaking havoc for amusement had never resonated with him.

“Vanity,” Thora replied, her voice flat and devoid of emotion. “It’s the same trait found in serial killers who leave their signature behind. They revel in watching the chaos they cause, savoring the way it drives people to the brink of madness. It’s like they’ve created a masterpiece, and that feeds their ego. Thief syndicates operate on the same wavelength. They always leave their mark, desperate to announce to the world that they were the ones behind it.”

A grin spread across Luke’s face as realization dawned on him. “Boss is boss, huh?”

His fingers danced across the keyboard, the sound of clacking keys filling the air as he dug deeper into the investigation.

Thora’s lips curled into the faintest of smiles, a flicker of satisfaction lighting up her otherwise stoic demeanor.

She had faced enough adversaries like that in her past; the psychological profiles were etched into her memory.

But now, her focus sharpened on uncovering the mastermind behind the hit on Darius that day.

After all, Darius was legally her mate now. They dared to touch her man—did they truly believe she would remain silent?

“Boss! I’ve got something!” Luke’s voice broke through her thoughts, filled with urgency.

He continued, his tone crisp and professional. “I ran the bullet data through every significant database from the International Werewolf Organization. It turns out this exact bullet has appeared in over a dozen high-profile cases. You were right; this bullet model and its unique markings trace back to a single thief syndicate—the Mirage Corsairs.”

He pressed on, his voice growing sharper with each word. “The Mirage Corsairs are notorious in Chaules, the most ruthless thief syndicate around. They’re led by twelve core members who call themselves ‘The Twelve Generals.’ Beneath them lies an entire army of rogue werewolves and international criminals. They’ve executed major heists across the globe and have become top targets for nearly every empire. Every bullet they use carries a unique signature.”

Luke lifted the bullet, pointing to its edge with the fervor of a detective unveiling a crucial piece of evidence. “See this?”

Thora accepted the bullet from him, her gaze falling on the distinct Mirage Corsairs insignia etched into the casing.

But as she examined it, another sensation washed over her. A flicker of energy she recognized all too well.

Activating her ability, she rolled the bullet between her fingers, a faint shimmer of light rising from the mark.

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