The Moon Goddess 385 Summary
In the control room, panic erupts as reportse in that civilians are caught in the crossfire and soldiers are dying, undermining the previously secured perimeter. Brackham, overwhelmed by the chaos and the sight of a child consumed by mes, orders an immediate ceasefire, but the city of Duskmoor is already engulfed in violence and destruction. Struggling to maintain control, Brackham makes a desperate call to Alpha Draven, begging for help as his forces falter against the vampire attack.
Draven responds coldly, instructing Brackham to withdraw his soldiers, iming their presence only fuels the vampires’ rage. He dismisses the fate of the defenseless civilians as inevitable, emphasizing a harsh reality that some must be sacrifices. Despite the grim conversation, Brackham ces the city’s survival in Draven’s hands. Draven thenmands his Beta, Jeffery, to lead arge-scale retaliation designed to appear as a full counterattack, while he personally prepares for a different mission.
Draven reveals he will capture the specific vampire Brackham requested, apanied by Meredith and Dennis. Meredith, initially surprised, epts the responsibility with quiet determination, promising not to fail. Though curious about the vampire’s location outside the city, she senses a deeper power at work in Draven’s n. The team prepares for the imminent confrontation, aware that time is running out.
Meanwhile, Meredith prepares herself physically and mentally for the mission ahead. Assisted by her maidservants, she dons a sleekbat suit, her hair styled for battle, and declines to bring her phone, signaling her full focus on the task. The maids offer their silent support and blessings, underscoring the gravity of the night’s events and Meredith’s resolve to face theing challenges.Continue Regr Chapter Reading Below
385 Not Much Time Left
The control room buzzed with tension as a female officer spun around from her console, her voice sharp and urgent. “Sir! We’re receiving reports—civilians are caught in the crossfire. Our own people are being hit by stray bullets!”
Brackham’s chest tightened painfully, his heart pounding so fiercely it felt like it might burst free. “No… that can’t be right! The perimeter was secured!”
“They aren’t anymore!” she shot back, panic evident in her tone. “Sir, our soldiers are dying out there—innocents, not the vampires we were targeting!”
Suddenly, the room shook violently as another explosion rocked the building, the ss walls trembling with the force. One of the surveince feeds flickered and then went dead, reced by a screen of static.
Brackham’s breath caught in his throat as he turned toward the massive central monitor. On it, the image of a small child, no older than eight, appeared. A soldier was dragging the boy desperately toward safety, but before they could escape, a sudden sh of fire engulfed them both, and they vanished in a burst of mes.
For a moment that stretched unbearably long, Brackham stood frozen, unable to draw breath.
“Call it off,” he whispered hoarsely.
But his words were swallowed by the chaos.
“CALL IT OFF!” he bellowed, mming his palm hard against the console. “Cease fire! Immediately! Tell every unit to stand down!”
The room erupted into frantic motion as orders crackled over the radios. “Cease fire! Cease fire! Pull back now!”
Yet, outside the windows, the damage was already irreversible. mes licked the streets, smoke curled into the darkening sky, and the city of Duskmoor had be a battlefield strewn with ash and the echoes of screams.
Brackham stumbled backward, pressing a trembling hand to his forehead as if to hold himself together. The heat, the choking smoke, the metallic scent of blood—all of it seeped through the monitors and wrapped around him like a suffocating shroud.
He had lost control entirely.
For a long, strained moment, he simply stood there, absorbing the frantic chatter of his men, the crackling static punctuated by reports of casualties—both soldiers and civilians.
Then, without a word, he reached for his personal phone. His fingers trembled as he scrolled through his contacts until he found the name he dreaded most to call.
A brief hesitation gripped him, pride warring with fear, before he pressed the call button.
The sharp ring of Draven’s phone cut through the heavy silence that filled the room.
Everyone’s attention snapped to the muted television screen showing the chaos unfolding in Duskmoor—the riots, the bloodshed, shadowy figures darting through the streets.
Draven reached out, picking up the phone on the table beside him, his face unreadable as he nced at the caller ID.
“Brackham,” he muttered quietly.
Dennis leaned forward, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Looks like the old fool finally lost it.”
Draven pressed the receiver to his ear. “Mayor.”
Brackham’s voice came through tight and uneven, thick with desperation. “Draven—Alpha Draven—we’ve lost control of the city! The vampires are attacking anything that moves! My soldiers… they can’t hold them back! I need your help—please, you have to do something now!”
Draven leaned back against the sofa, one arm draped casually along the backrest, his tone unnervingly calm. “Withdraw your soldiers. Pull every weapon off the streets.”
Brackham’s disbelief was audible. “Withdraw them? That will leave my peoplepletely defenseless!”
“They already are,” Draven replied tly. “Your soldiers only fuel the vampires’ rage. Pull them back. Now.”
Brackham’s voice trembled with shock. “Then what will happen to my people?”
Draven’s gaze flicked back to the screen—a group of humans trapped near a burning car, their screams fading into the night. His voice remained cold and unyielding.
“Those who choose to be sacrificialmbs cannot be saved.”
A heavy silence hung over the line. Dennis and Jeffery exchanged uneasy looks; Meredith’s lips parted slightly, but she said nothing.
Finally, Brackham spoke again, his tone lower, almost pleading. “The fate of my city rests in your hands now, Alpha. Save whoever you can.”
Draven exhaled slowly through his nose, his expression hardening. “Fine.”
Then, without another word, he ended the call.
The room remained still, thick with tension, broken only by the faint voice of a television reporter narrating the turmoil outside.
Draven rose from his seat, his voice sharp andmanding. “Jeffery, gather half of our warriors. We need to outnumber the vampires if we want them to retreat quickly.”
Jeffery blinked in surprise. “Half? So both our people and your trained warriors will be involved in the fight?”
Draven nodded once. “Exactly. I want this to appear as a full-scale retaliation—make Brackham believe I’m fighting for him.”
Jeffery hesitated. “Then who leads the attack?”
Draven’s golden eyes locked on his Beta’s. “You will.”
Jeffery’s eyebrows shot up. “Me? What about you, Alpha?”
A faint curve touched Draven’s lips, but there was no humor there. “I have another task. I’ll be capturing the vampire Brackham requested.”
That deration caught everyone’s attention. Meredith straightened in her seat, her violet eyes widening. “You’re going after one vampire alone?”
“Not alone,” Draven said quietly, slipping his hands into his pockets as he looked between her and Dennis. “You both areing with me.”
“This is wonderful,” Dennis said, arching a brow with his usual grin.
Before Draven could respond, Meredith tilted her head slightly, her tone calm but curious. “To capture the vampire?”
Draven’s gaze met hers, a faint curve tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You both have a part to y.”
For a moment, surprise flickered in Meredith’s eyes, quickly reced by a fierce pride. The weight of his words settled deeply within her, warming her chest.
She straightened subtly, the earlier tension melting into quiet determination.
“I won’t let you down,” she promised softly.
“I know,” Draven replied, his voice softening for just a heartbeat before regaining itsmanding edge.
“But where exactly do you intend to find this vampire, if not in the city?” Meredith’s brow furrowed, curiosity and concern mingling in her gaze.
Draven’s expression remained unreadable, but the atmosphere around him thickened, a subtle power gathering like a storm ready to break.
“You’ll see soon enough.”
The silence lingered for a few more seconds before Draven pped his hands sharply, decisive.
“Let’s get ready. There isn’t much time left.”
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Meredith stood before the mirror, her reflection steady andposed, belying the rapid pounding of her heart.
Around her, Azul and the other maidservants moved with quiet efficiency, their focused energy humming softly through the room.
Azul spread the chosen outfit across the bed—a sleek, fittedbat suit in ck and lc, reinforced with leather panels thatbined elegance with practicality.
Deidra handed Meredith the matching boots while Cora adjusted the silver sps on her cuffs with careful precision.
Kira’s fingers worked deftly, sweeping Meredith’s long silver hair into a high, sleek updo that revealed the proud curve of her neck.
When they finished, Meredith took a deep breath, flexing her gloved hands once to steady herself, anchoring her resolve for whaty ahead.
“Will you be taking your phone, my Lady?” Arya asked gently.
Meredith shook her head, her voice calm and resolute. “No. Tonight isn’t for phones.”
The maids exchanged knowing nces, a mixture of admiration and pride shining in their eyes.
Azul smiled softly and whispered, “May the moon guide you, my Lady.”
“Thank you,” Meredith replied, a small, determined smile curving her lips.Conclusion
The chapter closes on a tense and somber note, capturing the weight of loss and the fragility of control amid chaos. Brackham’s desperation and Draven’s cold pragmatism highlight the harsh realities faced by those caught in the crossfire, where sacrifice and survival are intertwined in painful ways. Meredith’s quiet determination, framed by the steady support of her maidservants, offers a glimmer of hope and strength, even as the city around them burns and the future remains uncertain.
Amidst the turmoil, the characters’ resolve to face theing storm together underscores the themes of loyalty, duty, and the cost of leadership. The moon’s gentle guidance, invoked softly by Azul, contrasts with the violent upheaval outside, suggesting that even in the darkest moments, there is a light to follow—a path forged by courage and unwaveringmitment to protect what remains dear.What to Expect in Next Chapter?
The next chapter promises to delve deeper into the escting chaos gripping Duskmoor, where alliances will be tested and the fragile line between survival and surrender grows ever thinner. With Draven’s cold strategy forcing difficult choices and Meredith stepping into a role fraught with danger and responsibility, the emotional stakes will rise as each character confronts the weight of their decisions. The tension between duty andpassion will simmer beneath the surface, threatening to boil over in unexpected ways.
As Meredith prepares to embark on a mission shrouded in secrecy and peril, readers can anticipate moments of quiet strength intertwined with fierce determination. The dynamics between Draven, Meredith, and Dennis will likely evolve, revealing hidden depths and unspoken loyalties. Meanwhile, the city outside continues to burn, a grim reminder that time is running out—not just for Duskmoor, but for those caught in the deadly crossfire between humans and vampires. The next chapter will beckon readers to brace themselves for a blend of calcted action and emotional resonance, where every choice carries profound consequences.
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