The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 395

Chapter 395: Timing to Their Advantage

(Third Person).

Meredith stepped forward quietly.

A few heads turned as she passed—warriors and servants alike bowing slightly in acknowledgement.

The respect in their eyes wasn’t just for her title anymore. It was for the woman whom they heard had fought beside their Alpha, who had bled in the woods the previous night and returned whole by dawn.

Draven noticed Meredith before she reached him. His gaze softened briefly, the smallest flicker of warmth breaking through his otherwise stoic expression.

"You should be resting," he murmured when she came to stand beside him.

"I will rest when you do," she replied, her tone calm but firm.

A faint smile touched his lips before he turned back to his men. "The eastern wing and the servants’ quarters will be cleared for families," he continued, his voice carrying effortlessly.

"The warriors will occupy the lower hall and the training rooms. No one sleeps outside tonight."

Dennis stepped forward and handed him a list. "The extra fuel reserves are stored by the garage, under guard."

Draven nodded, glancing briefly at the paper before folding it. "Good." Then he looked to Jeffery. "Double the patrols tonight. I don’t want anyone wandering off the estate grounds."

"Yes, Alpha," Jeffery said, already moving.

Meredith turned to the servants nearby, who were hurriedly carrying trays of food toward the courtyard.

"Make sure everyone eats," she said, her voice steady but gentle. "No one goes hungry tonight. It may be their last good meal before the journey."

"Yes, Luna," they replied in unison, bowing quickly before rushing off.

Draven’s eyes flicked to her again, pride flashing there—subtle but unmistakable.

Soon, the sounds of movement softened into a rhythmic, controlled pace.

Families were ushered into designated rooms, warriors gathered in formation by the outer walls, and the estate settled into a kind of uneasy order.

When the final group of arrivals entered through the gates, Meredith helped direct them toward the guest wing herself.

--- 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

WESTERN WOODS.

The woods were silent again, too quiet. The moon hung low, bleeding silver light through the black canopy as a shadow swept across the clearing.

A hand broke through the brush, followed by the tall, lean figure of a vampire. His eyes, sharp as polished garnet, scanned the ground littered with broken branches and blood-soaked leaves.

The metallic scent was still fresh.

A second vampire appeared beside him, then a third, until seven stood at the edge of the clearing.

"What happened here?" one of them hissed, crouching near a severed head, his fangs bared. "This is their blood. Our brothers."

Another snarled softly. "They were scouts. They should have returned hours ago."

The tallest among them, pale-faced and severe, stepped forward, his gaze falling to the dark patches of disturbed earth where the bodies lay.

"Where is the leader?" His voice was low and cold.

No one answered. The question hung like poison in the air.

One of the vampires, younger, bent closer to the ground, his nostrils flaring. He leaned down, touched a drop of blood, and brought it to his tongue. His eyes narrowed.

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