Hawthorne, located far away in Bran Castle, sensed ud’s summoning. Simultaneously, he felt the blood imprint from Hazel causing a sharp pang. His subordinate flew to his side, informing him of a severe explosion in Darkmoon City.


    “You’re injured,” Cyril said as he approached Hazel. He noticed the blood seeping from the area where the bullet had grazed her fist.


    “Just a scratch, no big deal,” Hazel said indifferently. However, Cyril was not satisfied with this answer. He grabbed Hazel’s arm, inspected the wound, and licked her fingers.


    “You’ve been attacked by dark magic; we need to deal with it quickly,” Kassandra said, relieved that Hazel’s vampire blood seemed effective in resisting the dark magic’s assault.


    “You two go tend to the wound. Alpha Cyril and I will keep watch,” Theo said.


    “Are you sure?” Hazel looked at Theo, her gaze uneasy, as it seemed ud wasn’t nning to let her go, even though he currentlycked the power to contend with everyone present.


    “Go on,” Theo pushed Hazel and Kassandra. He didn’t want to waste time here.


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    This room had not been touched by dark magic, appearing safe.


    “Now what?” Elmer asked, looking at the injured Hazel.


    “Find a ce to sit; I need to tend to the wounds,” Kassandra surveyed the surroundings. “This seems to be a study. Look around for a first aid kit.”


    They quickly found a first aid kit with various bandages and bottles of medicine. Theo skillfully opened the bottles, applying some medicine to Hazel’s wound, and then wrapping it with a bandage.


    “There, should be fine,” Elmer breathed a sigh of relief. His hands had been trembling throughout, a side effect of the intense battle. Though a warrior of The Iron Star Pack, the previous night’s fight had nearly depleted his stamina.


    “Thank you,” Hazel said calmly. She had expended too much energy; now she needed some rest.


    “Now what?” Elmer asked.


    “We continue forward. Since we don’t know how to summon the progenitor vampire, we must find Lilith and destroy the royal blood crystals,” Kassandra said.


    Hawthorne, using teleportation, arrived at Hohensalzburg Castle. He found the castle strewn with bodies, a stark contrast to its usual appearance.


    “What are these idiots up to?” Hawthorne smelled Hazel’s scent, and a dark smile yed on his lips.


    “My lovely fiancée, causing trouble again?” Hawthorne said. His sharp nails pierced his neck, scratching the blood imprint left by Hazel.


    “Thump, thump.” On the other side, Hazel sensed Hawthorne’s blood essence.


    The vampiric bloodlust surged within her. She widened her eyes, realizing she might be attracted to Hawthorne’s blood.


    “No!” she shouted, but her voice sounded weak. Struggling to stand, her bodypletely unresponsive.


    “Don’t resist, Hazel.” Hawthorne’s voice echoed in her ear. “You’re already mine; we are destined to be together.”


    Hazel wanted to retort, but she had no strength left to speak. Her vision blurred, consciousness gradually fading.


    “No!” A voice sounded in her ear, Kassandra’s voice.


    Kassandra stood by her side, holding a silver cross with a determined and resolute gaze.


    “You can’t be controlled by him anymore, Hazel,” Kassandra said. “You need to ovee your desires.”


    Hazel struggled to focus, her eyes fixed on the silver cross in Kassandra’s hand, filled with fear and unease. Yet, she knew that to avoid bing Hawthorne’spanion, she had to conquer her desires and resist the dark forces.


    Her body started reacting; her heartbeat elerated, and her temperature rose. She recognized it as the influence of dark forces and fought to control her emotions, maintainingposure.


    “Take a deep breath, Hazel,” Kassandra’s voice sounded calm. “You need to calm down.”


    Hazel took a deep breath, feeling her body gradually settle. She looked at the silver cross in Kassandra’s hand, suddenly filled with anger to kill Hawthorne.


    “Let’s defeat him together,” Hazel said. “I won’t let him get near me again.”


    Before Hawthorne’s arrival, aware that this would be a tough battle, he informed the Elder Council vampires to join him at Hohensalzburg Castle.


    The Elder Council vampires naturally knew the ce’s significance. They intended to offer Hazel as a sacrifice to the progenitor vampire to resurrect his life.


    Upon arriving, they witnessed chaos and ud’s defeated appearance.


    However, ud already knew their intentions. He had been surprised by Hazel’s blood before-why would the Elder Council take notice of a Hybrid? They had never considered having Hawthorne inherit the throne. Now everything made sense; they simply wanted to resurrect the progenitor vampire to rule the entire kingdom.


    “What’s going on?” The Elder Council vampires questioned Hawthorne.


    “You’re toote; I’ve already had a falling out with my fiancée,” Hawthorne said expressionlessly. “Now she’s nning to kill me.”


    “Just a sacrifice,” the Elder Council vampires said coldly.


    “Sacrifice?” Hawthorne looked puzzled at them, but in the next moment, they swiftly engaged in a fierce battle with the werewolves.


    Elder-level vampires were the first batch created by the progenitor vampire, possessing far greater strength in both power and speed than regr vampires. They easily overpowered The Iron Star Pack warriors.


    The Elder vampires teleported directly in front of Elmer and Rex, grabbing each wolf. With astonishing speed, they ruthlessly mmed them together, the impact force heavy. The two wolves collided, blood spraying out, a gruesome sight.


    “No-” Hazel watched in anguish as herpanions died in the blink of an eye. Memories and moments spent with Elmer shed through her mind, unable to believe he had died so quickly.


    The Elder Council vampires exchanged nces, and their next target was Hazel.


    On the other side of the castle, Alpha Trnald and Alpha Merric, along with The Swifting Moon Pack warriors, caught up. They knew this battle would be exceptionally brutal, but Alpha Merric felt no shame for not participating in the previous vampire fight. Now he understood Hazel’s situation better. If he hadn’t returned to the Pack and sensed the vampire threat to his Pack, he wouldn’t have engaged in furtherbat.


    “We can’t let the vampires seed,” Alpha Merric said coldly. “The Swifting Moon Pack will prevail.”


    They rushed to the castle’s top floor, joining forces with Alpha Cyril.