The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137: The Battlefield

Meredith.

I stood frozen in the middle of it all—fire, steel, the metallic scent of blood thick in the air like mist.

The sky above was burning red, torn with smoke. Wolves howled on both ends of the battlefield, but my eyes were fixed on only one figure.

A woman.

She was tall and unbending. She was cloaked in midnight-black armour, its edges trimmed in silver like a queen carved from starlight. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel-com

Her sword gleamed in her hand, and behind her, a line of wolves—hundreds—stood like statues, waiting for her command.

She turned her head slightly. And I gasped.

Her eyes were purple. Not soft like mine, but piercing. Otherworldly, alive.

The sound of her voice echoed in my ears like thunder.

"Charge."

The wolves lunged forward in unison, their snarls splitting the air. She sprinted ahead of them, sword gripped tight, her stride long and full of purpose.

When an enemy came at her—a massive, dark-coated wolf—she didn’t hesitate. One clean swipe. Its head rolled onto the bloodied grass.

The battle was brutal.

Bodies flew, teeth snapped, screams blended with snarls. The woman was merciless. Her blade moved with the ease of breath, cutting down anything that came too close.

Then... she shifted.

In one blink, the warrior woman melted into a colossal wolf, black as ink. Her jaws locked onto another wolf’s arm and tore it clean off. Blood sprayed. She didn’t stop.

She didn’t falter.

And then—just as suddenly—she shifted back. Naked beneath the moonlight, yet cloaked in power and blood, her purple eyes glowing like fireflies in the dark.

In front of her, a man knelt.

He was big—bigger than most—but his head was bowed like a child’s.

"Slit your throat," she commanded, her voice thundering in my ears as her purple eyes glowed.

Then he looked up into her eyes, as if spellbound.

"Do it," she said softly this time.

He obeyed.

The sword trembled in his hands as he lifted it to his neck. Then he dragged the blade across without blinking.

I flinched as blood poured like wine onto the ground, splattering her face.

The warrior woman didn’t blink. She watched the man fall into the pool of his own blood.

Then she turned, walked across the field of dead bodies and wolves, and raised her voice once more. "The battle is over. Return!"

The wolves, those who still stood, howled and followed.

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My eyes snapped open.

My chest heaved. My nightdress clung to my skin with sweat, and my hands had a tremble to them. I stared up at the ceiling for a long time before I managed to sit up.

The Wolf Queen?

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