The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 180

Chapter 180: Brazen Attacks

Meredith.

The meeting dragged on longer than I had expected. My back started to throb faintly from the morning’s training.

My feet arched, almost tempting me to leave Draven’s side and find somewhere to sit, as I haven’t had the privilege to stand for long in a while.

Training at the grounds was different. I didn’t have to stand at a spot longer than five minutes.

Combat required me to move my body around to either try to throw a punch or defend myself against one.

I almost gave up, but each time, Draven’s voice pulled my thoughts back every time they wandered.

One hour had passed since Draven had first told everyone about the humans and the vampires, and tension hung so thick in the air that even my breathing felt heavy.

Then, Draven asked if anyone had something to share. The warehouse fell so silent that the creak of an old beam overhead sounded loud.

A man in the middle lifted his hand. "Alpha."

Draven nodded once and approved, "Speak."

The man’s jaw worked for a second before words spilt out. "Alpha... three nights ago, I almost got abducted."

A ripple of shock moved through the crowd. My chest tightened immediately.

"I was in the restroom of a restaurant," he continued. "I had just stepped out of a stall when three men grabbed me. They wore black masks—metal masks, not cloth. One tried to use a tranquillizer on me."

More gasps rose.

"I broke the syringe and fought them," he said, voice rough. "I injured them, but I got hurt too. By the time I healed enough to move, they were gone. When I stepped back into the restaurant, I asked around—no one had seen men in masks. Or at least that’s what they claimed."

An ugly silence settled, then a wave of anger and outrage surged from the crowd. Voices overlapped—questions, curses, disbelief.

"They are attacking us in public now?" someone shouted. "In the open?"

Another voice, sharper, older: "Do they think we will just stand there and take it?"

Before the noise could settle, a woman stepped forward, her hands clenched around the hem of her cloak. Her voice shook.

"My child was nearly kidnapped too," she said. "Two weeks ago. A cab driver tried to drive off with him when I stepped out. I screamed, chased after the car—he stopped and claimed it was a mistake, that he thought we’d both stepped out. But I know what I saw. His eyes... they weren’t confused. They were determined."

My stomach clenched painfully, fury burning low in my chest. How dare they. How dare the humans go after children?

This wasn’t a story anymore. I was finally witnessing it firsthand.

Beside me, I felt the temperature shift—an invisible heat, coiled and dangerous. I turned slightly to see Draven, his jaw set, eyes so dark they looked almost black.

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