The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey (Thora and Darius) novel Chapter 58

**Chapter 58: Carnival of Sin**

**Thora’s POV:**

I meticulously combed through the information Luke had sent my way, my mind racing with the implications of each detail.

For hours, I replayed the recordings of that fateful day when my mother was “attacked.” The world had been quick to label it a tragic encounter with Rogue werewolves, but as I scrutinized the scene’s evidence, a different narrative began to unfold. The claw marks left by those so-called Rogues were concentrated in areas where my mother, Diane, would have been most vulnerable. Strikingly, the bite marks seemed to avoid any vital spots, leading to her demise through blood loss alone. It was as though they had been calculated, executed with a chilling precision that made my skin crawl. Even the protective dagger she had carried remained sheathed, untouched in her last moments.

All these indicators screamed premeditated murder rather than a mere accident.

Yet, I couldn’t help but wonder: how could my grandfather and my maternal grandfather, both esteemed figures in the Astralis Empire, have overlooked such glaring inconsistencies?

Unless, of course, someone had deliberately manipulated the evidence or concealed crucial details from their view.

My maternal grandfather, a human leader designated as the “Peace Envoy” by the Astralis Empire, and my grandfather, the Alpha of the Silverleaf Pack and a retired general, were both powerful men. Together, they commanded a significant portion of the Empire’s resources. Anyone skilled enough to hide the truth right beneath their noses would have to possess extraordinary cunning.

The last conversation I had with my grandfather echoed in my mind. He had only hinted at his suspicions regarding Diane’s death, but he had refrained from sharing any concrete evidence. Perhaps he, too, was grappling with the elusive truth.

I felt a frown crease my forehead as I pondered the deeper mysteries surrounding my mother’s untimely death.

…

I flipped through Diane’s biographical records once again. Aside from her journey into the world of werewolves, following my maternal grandfather, and her whirlwind romance with Norman, there seemed to be little of note.

Suddenly, the notification sound from my messaging app broke through my thoughts.

With a quick tap, I opened the message from Luke. “So, today while I was hacking into the Werewolf Community Security Bureau System, I accidentally took a wrong turn and intercepted a message from the Astralis Empire Defense Department. There’s something pretty interesting. Want to hear about it?”

A wrong turn?

Considering Luke’s penchant for treating others’ security systems like a personal playground, it was clear that this was no accident.

Before I could formulate a response, another message appeared. “The world’s most notorious ‘Greywolf’ mercenary group has entered the country. Their current location should be in Starlance City.”

My heart sank at the news.

In a dilapidated old factory, remnants of decay clung to the walls, with green vines creeping up like nature’s fingers reclaiming the space.

Inside, a motley crew lounged about, some perched on the stairs, others sprawled across the rafters, and a few leaning against the pillars. Each individual exuded a palpable aura of lethal intent, as if they had emerged from a battlefield littered with the remnants of their past deeds.

But when their gazes fell upon the striking mixed-blood man seated at the top of the stairs, a sense of reverence filled their eyes.

“Boss, the guys have already scoped out the place. But that location isn’t easy to infiltrate at night. The security system is incredibly discreet and comprehensive,” Sharkie reported, his heavy machine gun resting against his shoulder, his voice gravelly.

Lance studied the map laid out before him, absentmindedly playing with a handgun in one hand. “Who said we’re going in at night? Remember, our mission isn’t to destroy an empty shell.”

His eyes traced the words “Astralis College” written boldly at the top of the map, and a smile crept across his lips, filled with anticipation and excitement. “This carnival should be quite delightful…”

Lance closed his eyes, embodying the essence of a poet, a performer, or even a bishop basking in divine light, perfectly blending sin with beauty.

Alissa and Sharkie exchanged knowing glances, both reflecting the thrill of impending chaos in their eyes.

The other members in the factory mirrored their sentiments, their eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty fervor, eagerly awaiting the dawn of a new day.