The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 340

Chapter 340: The Attack on Vampires (II)

(Third Person)

By the time the last helicopter vanished into the distance, the forest had become unrecognizable.

Smoke coiled thick through the trees, clinging to the earth like a shroud. Flames still licked at broken trunks, turning them into skeletal pillars glowing red against the night.

The once-living Eastern woods crackled and hissed, a graveyard of ash and ruin. And the air reeked of blood and burned flesh.

Among the smouldering wreckage, the vampire survivors crept out of hiding, their pale faces streaked with soot, eyes wide with shock.

A young vampire knelt over a body half-buried under charred branches, shaking it as though sheer will might bring life back. Her sobs cut through the silence.

Others stood numbly, their expressions completely devoid of emotion. They had lost too much so fast.

"We can’t stay here," an older one rasped, his voice thick. His arm was burned, his clothes torn, but his eyes carried the weight of command. "This place is no longer ours."

"Where do we go?" a younger voice asked, trembling.

The elder didn’t answer. His gaze swept over the corpses scattered among the ruins, over the ashes of what had once been their home. His silence was its own reply.

A few vampires worked in quiet desperation, pulling bodies from the wreckage, laying them side by side. Some whispered prayers, though their voices broke under the strain.

Every so often, the silence was broken by either a cough, a cry, or the groan of a tree finally collapsing into ash.

But most of the forest was quiet now.

The Eastern Woods had been alive once — filled with whispers, with laughter, with centuries of secrets. Tonight, it had been reduced to smoke and silence.

The surviving vampires gathered in a circle amid the wreckage, their faces grim and blackened with soot.

The elder who had spoken before stood at the centre, his gaze sweeping over the broken ranks. His voice, when it came, was low and steady, but heavy with rage.

"Tonight, they rained fire upon us. They showed no mercy." He looked toward the bodies laid side by side, pale hands folded across charred chests. "And so, from this night forward, we shall show no mercy on mankind."

A murmur rippled through the survivors, some growling, others nodding, eyes flashing red in the dim light.

"But..." one voice broke through, sharper than the rest. A tall vampire with scars down his neck stepped forward. "What of the wolves who live among the humans? Some of them serve in their government. They will be seen as part of this." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The elder’s eyes narrowed, but his tone remained deliberate. "The wolves are not our target for now. From this night, our blades and our fangs will face only humans. But if the wolves intervene... if they stand between us and our vengeance..."

Then his voice sharpened into a hiss. "Then war will be declared on them as well. Spread the word."

For a moment, silence hung, broken only by the crackle of cooling embers.

"No mercy for humans." That oath hung thick in the smoke-filled air, binding them together as the night deepened.

~Duskmoor’s Government Office~

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