The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220: The Vampire Attack (II)

(Third Person).

The moon hung heavy, casting silver light over the estate grounds now painted with streaks of blood and dark shadows.

The air was thick—tense with rage, instinct, and the metallic tang of death.

Draven moved through the trees like a ghost, his presence nearly silent, but his senses were flaring.

The scent of vampire blood mixed with the crushed grass beneath his boots.

Just then, two figures emerged from the right, vampires both—one crouched low, the other already lunging, his fangs bared.

Draven didn’t flinch.

With one swift motion, he spun low and grabbed the lunging vampire midair by the throat, slamming him into the other.

The two crashed into a thick tree trunk with a sickening crunch. Before they could recover, Draven’s claws extended with a snikt of steel-like flesh.

He plunged one set into each vampire’s chest.

The vampires hissed in agony.

"I gave you a chance to stay in your filth-ridden forest," Draven murmured coldly.

With a vicious twist of his arms, Draven tore his claws sideways, ripping through their ribcages.

The vampires crumpled, lifeless, their blood steaming against the cold soil.

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Elsewhere, Jeffery stood in the clearing like a storm waiting to break. One vampire darted toward him—young, fast, arrogant.

But Jeffery didn’t even move until the last second. Then he stepped aside with a sudden blur, grabbed the vampire by the back of the head, and slammed him into the dirt hard enough to make the earth shake.

The vampire thrashed once—then Jeffery’s foot came down, crushing his throat.

One claw swept across the creature’s belly, opening it wide. The vampire gurgled and died in stunned silence.

A few meters away, Dennis caught movement in his peripheral vision. Another vampire—female, sleek and smiling—rushed toward him with long, clawed fingers aimed at his chest.

"I got her!" Jeffery shouted, appearing beside Dennis in a heartbeat.

They moved in tandem. Jeffery took her left side, Dennis the right.

The vampire blocked Dennis’s first swing but didn’t expect Jeffery to drop low and slash at her thigh, nearly severing her leg.

She screamed and tried to leap back, but it was too late. Dennis grabbed her from behind and slammed her into the ground, holding her in place.

"Do it!" he yelled to Jeffery.

Jeffery raised both arms and brought them down in a twin strike, burying his claws in her chest. She choked on her scream and went limp.

Jeffery exhaled, straightened, and looked at Dennis with narrowed eyes.

"Don’t disfigure this one. We need proof, remember?"

Dennis chuckled, wiping blood from his jaw. "Relax. I held back."

They left the body intact, its mouth still twisted in a final grimace.

Near the north end of the estate, three werewolf warriors crept together through the trees—eyes glowing faintly, muscles taut with anticipation.

A sudden gust of wind made one of them pause.

"Wait..." one whispered.

Just then, a blur dropped from a tree above, aiming for the middle warrior’s neck. But the wolves were ready.

The leftmost warrior leapt up midair and tackled the vampire before it could land a strike. They crashed into the ground, rolling violently.

The other two lunged into the fray, claws ripping, fists pounding.

"I know," came the smooth, low growl of her wolf. "The battle has begun."

"No." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Valmora’s voice slithered deeper into her thoughts. "Step out there, and you will become the target. Those blood-sucking demons won’t hesitate to take you hostage—or worse. And we are not ready to face them yet."

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