The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 170

Chapter 170: Made Wanda Aware

Draven.

A ripple spread through the crowd. Low murmurs, glances exchanged. Fear, but also resolve.

I let the words settle before I continued.

"Over a month ago, my brother Dennis was attacked by one of them. A creature faster than even I could catch. Pale skin, red eyes. They are not stories to frighten pups. They are among us."

Dennis inclined his head, the faintest mark still visible near his collarbone, though most wouldn’t see it in this light.

"But listen well," I said, my gaze sharp. "The humans of Duskmoor — the very people whose city we live in — are now being attacked too. Killed in the same brutal way. Which means two things: first, the vampires do not serve the humans. And second, they are unpredictable. Dangerous beyond reason."

The air seemed to tighten. The younger wolves’ eyes widened; older ones set their jaws, some nodding faintly as truth cut through rumor.

"They hunt at night," I continued, "but that does not mean the day is safe. I remind you of the rule I set before: no wolf walks alone. Not at night. Not in the quiet corners of the city. Pairs at the least. Groups, when possible. Especially for the young and the old."

My words dropped like stones into still water, heavy and deliberate.

"Train," I added. "Every day. In the yard, the woods, wherever you can. Your strength may save your life — or the life of someone beside you."

From the side, Wanda’s gaze lifted, cold and resolute. Jeffery stood still as stone, his expression unreadable. Dennis watched the faces, measuring who understood, who hesitated.

"These vampires," I said slowly, "are more dangerous than the humans of Duskmoor. The humans may hate us. They may scheme. But they bleed and die like anyone else. Vampires..." My jaw tightened. "They bleed too. But killing them will cost us dearly if we are careless."

Silence deepened. I saw young warriors’ throats bob as they swallowed; a woman near the back curled her hand around the wrist of her mate, drawing him slightly closer.

"Be cautious," I finished, voice low but cutting through the hush. "Trust each other. Watch the woods. And if you see something that feels wrong, tell your captains, tell Jeffery, tell me. Do not act alone."

The wind moved again, shifting the torches so they flickered, casting the crowd in restless shadows.

I stepped back, my gaze lingering on them. Faces hardened. Some frightened. Some defiant. But all listening.

Finally, I gave a single nod.

"You may return. Jeffery, Dennis, Wanda, wait behind."

One by one, the wolves bowed again, breaking into murmured conversation as they filtered out into the forest paths that led back to their homes.

"They are afraid," Dennis said quietly.

"It’s nothing new," Wanda murmured.

Dennis, Jeffery and Wanda stayed where they were, eyes on me, waiting. I didn’t waste breath on repeating what they already knew.

"We’ve covered what’s behind," I said, voice low, steady. "Now, what comes next?"

Jeffery’s posture tightened; Dennis tilted his head, brows drawn. Wanda’s gaze, sharp as glass, didn’t waver.

"From tonight, we move from defence to quiet offence," I continued. "We’ve been reacting to the vampires and the humans’ games. That ends."

Dennis shifted. "You have something specific in mind."

I met his gaze. "Two things. First, the vampires. I want one alive. Just one. Enough to answer the questions the dead can’t."

"They should not be allowed to live," Rhovan growled in my head. "Burn them."

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