The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 181

Chapter 181: How Far Draven Would Go

Meredith.

The low echoes of whispers were still crawling across the warehouse walls when, from somewhere near the centre, a young man stepped out. His voice was tight at first, then steadier as he faced Draven.

"Alpha... what if we use one of us as bait?" he suggested. "Let them take me. We can track where they’re taking us, find out what the humans are doing to our people."

My breath caught. Around me, I felt the ripple of unease—the idea was reckless, terrifying, yet strangely brave.

Draven’s gaze landed on him, dark and unblinking. For a few heavy seconds, he didn’t speak. The air between them felt like it could snap.

"No," Draven said at last, voice low but firm enough to cut through the crowd.

The young man’s throat bobbed, but he didn’t back down.

Draven’s tone hardened. "I will not sacrifice anyone unless we have no choice. The situation hasn’t called for it—yet."

Silence pressed on us, the kind that made the warehouse feel colder than before. Draven’s gaze swept over everyone, his eyes shadowed under the harsh overhead light, unreadable.

Then he spoke again, softer this time, but each word carrying the weight of command. "Those of you who have faced near abduction recently—raise your hands."

One by one, about ten hands lifted. I recognized a few: the woman whose child had nearly been taken, the man who had spoken earlier. Faces drawn tight with remembered fear.

"Step forward," Draven ordered.

They did, moving as though each step cost them something.

"Jeffery," Draven called, still watching them, "take their names. Get every detail: when, where, how."

Jeffery nodded crisply and moved forward, drawing a slim notebook from inside his coat.

When they returned to the group, Draven’s voice dropped, rough around the edges. "I will put an end to this," he promised. "And when I do, you will hear it from me first."

The silence that followed wasn’t empty. It was heavy with something sharper than fear: hope, stubborn and fragile, like a flame caught between winds.

Then, Draven turned his gaze to Dennis and Jeffery. "Row call," he said. "Make sure everyone is accounted for."

It took longer than I expected. Name after name echoed across the concrete and steel, the sound carried over rusted beams and into the shadows.

Each pause made my heart beat faster, until finally every voice had answered. No one was missing.

I let out a slow breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

Draven’s gaze swept the warehouse one last time. "Remember," he said, voice clipped and commanding, "no one walks alone, day or night. If you see anything—anything that feels wrong, reach out to Dennis, or Beta Jeffery, or me immediately."

A few heads bowed in understanding. Whispers flickered and died.

Finally, Draven lifted his chin slightly. "The meeting is dismissed."

Feet shuffled, boots scraping against the cold concrete floor as people began to drift toward the exits. Around me, some faces looked pale, others tight with quiet resolve.

The weight of everything hung over us all: the fear, the coming war, the knowledge that soon, the vampires wouldn’t be our only threat.

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