Chapter 132
One of the girls, Bianca, was sobbing in the hallway, crawling on her hands and knees toward us, makeup running down her face in
streaks.
“Help me,” she begged. “Please, Soria, they’re killing everyone…”
I tilted my head. “Yeah. That’s the point, babe.”
She screamed as something tall and shadowed stepped from the corridor behind her, fangs gleaming, eyes burning, claws soaked in blood. It grinned at me before sinking its teeth into Bianca’s neck.
I winked at it.
And then we kept walking.
Vaela POV
We stepped into the courtyard like queens striding through a battlefield.
The air was thick with smoke, blood, and moon charged tension. The academy’s spires were burning. Bodies slumped across the marble steps. Blood painted the white stone red. A dozen girls were still trying to run.
And the Nightborn Five? They hunted like gods in the dark.
One perched on a rooftop, licking blood from his claws. Another dragged a shrieking body into the shadows. A third casually strolled through the garden, whistling as he stepped over corpses.
We didn’t feel fear. Or guilt. Or pity. We felt power. And fuck, it felt right. A vampire appeared in front of us in a blink, tall, pale, bald, and smiling like sin. His crimson eyes locked on us.
“You two?” he asked.
I brushed moonlight off my shoulder and smirked. “What gave it away?”
He sniffed. “Moon magic reeks in the air. Pretty. Sharp. Addictive.”
Soria slid up beside me, her glow still pulsing, silver veins lit just beneath her skin. “Take us to Lucien. And don’t get handsy unless you wanna lose a limb.”
The vampire grinned, his bloody teeth on display. “You’ll fit right in.”
Soria POV
We walked out of the wreckage without looking back. Not at the chapel collapsing in flames. Not at the other girls still begging for mercy. Not at the silver lit sigils burning on the walls.
Let the ashes rot. We were never meant to be saved. We were born under the full moon. Bred for power. Shaped in betrayal.
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And tonight? We stepped into darkness, finally free.
Finally us.
Vaela POV
The SUV was cold. Too cold.
I leaned my forehead against the tinted window, watching the night blur past, when it happened.
“Genie?” I whispered, reaching inward, sensing the soft hum of her presence like I always had.
“Are you there?”
Nothing.
No warmth. No silver glow. No presence curled behind my ribs. Just silence. An emptiness that hit like a knife to the chest.
“No. No no no…”
I tried to shift. Nothing. Not even a flicker of my Moon magic.
Soria gasped beside me. “She’s gone.”
I looked over. Her hands trembled. Her blue eyes were wide.
“Sierra’s gone.”
Gone. Not sleeping. Not retreating. Gone. I screamed.
I screamed so hard my throat tore, hands clawing at the seat, the door, my own skin, anything.
I had always felt Sierra there. Always. Whispering, growling, snapping at me when I got reckless. She was my spine. My rage. My anchor.
And now? It was like someone had ripped my soul in half and left me bleeding.
“What did we do?” I choked. “What the fuck did we DO?”
Vaela stared at her shaking hands, pale and glowing faintly red now…not silver.
“They warned us,” she whispered. “The moon doesn’t share its daughters.”
I swallowed. My vision blurred. My wolf was gone. The magic was wrong. But my rage? Still here. My hunger? Still screaming.
So I did the only thing that made sense.
I grabbed Vaela’s knife from her boot and sliced across my palm, slow and deep.
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Then I whispered into the air like a god was listening:
MAS
“I dedicate myself to the Blood Goddess. Take what the moon has abandoned, I will burn for you.”
Vaela didn’t hesitate. She cut her own hand, held it out beside mine. “We choose blood, Over wolves. Over stars. Over fate?
The air shifted. The SUV’s lights flickered.
And our blood shimmered like ink. Like something ancient just smiled.
Lucien Virell POV
By the time the SUV doors opened, I knew. I could feel it radiating from them, emptiness and promise.
They stepped out like death in designer leather, blood dripping from their hands, their eyes glowing faintly red, not silver. Their wolves were gone. Magic twisted. Devotion sharp.
Soria tilted her chin. “We want to be turned.”
Vaela smirked. “Make us yours.”
I laughed. Gods, I laughed.
“Oh, my darlings,” I purred, stepping forward to cup their faces like the precious little monsters they were, “You’ve just made my fucking millennium.”
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