<b>Chapter </b><b>103 </b>
Third–Person Point of View:
They breached the walls like shadows made flesh.
The tunnels beneath the Council Hall had long been forgotten by most, buried under centuries of reinforced stone and magic. But Marlow <b>hadn’t </b>forgotten. Nor had the old Lycan bloodline that taught him the paths that could not be sealed with runes or deception.
Marlow led the pack of elite warriors, nked by witches who worked tirelessly to dismantle every magical barrier they encountered. They moved with purpose, driven by the bond between Alpha and Luna, and the sheer wrath building in the hearts of every wolf loyal to Francesco.
Francesco had gone silent in the link five minutes earlier. Not dead. Not broken. But close. Too close,
“We’re almost there,” Marlow hissed. “Keep tight. No sound. Kill only if you must.”
A nod of affirmation rippled through the group.
Then they reached the chamber.
It was sealed with silver–lined doors reinforced with ancient glyphs. But one touch from the head witch – a whispered incantation and a pulse of red light–sent the runes sputtering.
Marlow kicked the doors open.
Chainsy scattered across the floor. A dark figure crouched at the center of the room, shoulders heaving.
“Alpha!”
Francesco looked up like he’s waiting for him toe, like he just stay to collect his power, like the wolfbane is nothing for him.
His eyes gleamed with gold fire. His wrists were scorched with silver burns<b>, </b>still weeping blood, but he stood tall. His expression wasn’t pain–it was fury incarnate.
“They took her,” he said, voice hoarse. “I don’t know where.”
Marlow took his arm and nodded. “Then we get her back. We’ll burg through everyst chamber of this damned ce.”
Francesco stood fully now, shaking with rage. “Find the others. Free them. We end this.”
They swept through the halls like a storm.
Warriors peeled off in teams, taking out guards and opening cells. Every loyal soldier was found–Alfonso, barely conscious but still breathing<b>, </b><b>and </b>others beaten, drugged, or restrained in silver cuffs.
Their rage fed the fire.
Francesco led them deeper, toward the main Council Chamber.
When the double doors loomed, the pack stood behind him in silence.
With one strike, Francesco sted the doors inward. Magic crackled, but it bent to his will.
The Elders inside turned in shock.
“You dare bring war into <b>these </b>sacred halls?” Elder Renna hissed.
“You brought war the moment you touched my mate,” Francesco growled.
<b>“</b><b>You </b><b>don’t </b>understand the threat she poses!” cried another Elder. “A Luna with magic–”
“I understand exactly,” he said. “That you fear what you cannot control.”
The Elders summoned their guards. Runes lit the air. Magic and steel shed.
Francesco let loose his power.
The Lycan Alpha in full fury was a storm given flesh. With ws elongated and body surrounded by a faint golden aura, he was <b>untouchable</b>. <b>He </b><b>moved </b>like thunder, knocking aside two guards with one
swipe.
Marlow took on three mages at once, ducking between sts of fire and energy <i>to </i>snap necks with brutal precision.
The chamber became chaos.
Wolves shifted mid–fight, fur exploding from skin as they took their battle forms. Magicshed through the air ice, me, lightning- met <b>with </b><b>fang</b>, w<i>, </i>and raw strength.
Francesco lifted an Elder by the throat and mmed him into the council table, shattering it into splinters.
“Where is she?!” he roared.
The Elder coughed blood and spat, “Gone… you’re toote.”
The words drove him into deeper rage.
One by one, the enemies fell.
Blood pooled beneath the ivory floor. Screams echoed. Until, finally, only silence remained.
Francesco stood in the center of the chamber, breathing heavily.
Then a whisper-
“Alpha… here.”
A scout emerged from a side corridor, blood staining his side.
“We found a hidden path… leads downward. There’s a chamber…silver restraints… a broken chain.”
Francesco ran.
The hallway narrowed as he reached the hidden chamber,
He stopped at the door.
The scent–her scent–was there.
Roses, Ash, Magic.
He stepped in.
Empty.
Chains on the floor.
A glowing sigil on the wall–recently activated. A teleportation <b>rune</b>.
“She was here,” he whispered, picking <b>up </b><b>the </b>chain.
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<b>Then </b><b>a </b><b>sound</b><b>. </b>
pping.
<b>Slow</b>. Mocking.
Luca appeared in the corridor, nked by two rogues.
He looked exactly the same.
Cruel smirk. Arrogant stride. The snake who had haunted Francesco’s past.
“Touching, really,” Luca said. “So much blood for a single girl.”
Francesco turned.
The ground vibrated.
“You took her.”
Luca tilted his head. “Let’s not pretend she didn’t choose me, in the end. Once the poison settles, she won’t even remember your name.”
Francesco’s growl shook the walls.
Marlow stepped forward. “Alpha, give the word-”
Francesco raised a hand to stop him.
His golden eyes locked with Luca’s.
“No one touches him. He’s mine.”
The rogues lunged.
Marlow and the others intercepted them, leaving only Francesco and Luca.
A slow circle began between them.
Predator versus predator.
Old blood.
Old grudges.
tuca drew a curved daggerced with <i>poison</i>. “Let’s see if thest Lycan is more myth than man.”
Francesco’s ws glinted.
“No more talking.”
They shed.
Steel met fang. Poison met fury<i>. </i>Francesco’s strikes were thunderous, but Luca was fast–slippery and cruel. The battle <b>raged </b><b>through </b><b>the </b><b>corridor</b><b>, </b><b>both </b>mennding brutal hits.
Luca’s de grazed Francesco’s ribs–burning.
Francesco responded by mming him into a wall <b>with </b>a bone–cracking roar.
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Dust fell. Runes sparked.
“You don’t get to touch her,” Francesco hissed. “You don’t deserve to speak her name.”
Luca spat blood andughed. “She’ll forget you. Just like she forgot her past.”
That broke something inside the Alpha.
Francesco lunged-
The ground shattered beneath their weight.
Their howls echoed.
The pack above felt the power ripple through the stone.
But no one dared enter.
This fight was sacred.
This was vengeance.
This was war.