The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 561

Chapter 561: Damaged Cords

[Third Person].

Then her claws began to slowly and deliberately sink in. The cat whimpered, its body trembling with desperation, filling the room.

But just when all hope was lost for Xamira, the front door of her bedroom slammed open.

"Meredith!" Draven stood frozen in the doorway. The sight before him stole the breath from his lungs. His wife—No. He looked again.

The woman standing there wasn’t his wife. Her presence felt different. Cold power radiated from her in suffocating waves. Her eyes burned violet. The air itself seemed to bow to her will.

’Valmora,’ he realized instantly that her wolf had taken over her again.

But—Why was she strangling a cat?

The answer came a second later. The cat’s body convulsed violently in Valmora’s grasp, light rippling over its form as it twisted, reshaped, and transformed back into Xamira.

Draven’s blood ran cold at the sight he had just witnessed. Xamira was a shapeshifter. Not a human. Not a werewolf. Not a fae. Not a vampire, but a damn shapeshifter!

Draven’s shock lasted for an entire heartbeat. But watching Valmora hell-bent on killing Xamira, he couldn’t let that happen, at least for now.

Immediately, his instinct and the bond took over.

"Meredith," He called as he reached for her through the bond.

The next second, the mate bond flared, sharp and undeniable, cutting straight through Valmora’s dominance. His presence wrapped around her—anchor, command, and certainty.

"Enough," he pushed through the bond. "She is here. I’m here now."

Valmora froze. For the first time since she had taken control, her claws hesitated.

The cat—no, Xamira—struggled weakly in her grip, a broken sound clawing its way out of her throat.

Valmora snarled low, her eyes still burning violet. "This thing is a threat."

"I know," Draven replied aloud now, his voice steady but iron-hard. "And she is alive. That’s an order."

Silence stretched for a moment. Then slowly, Valmora loosened her grip. Her claws receded, and Meredith gasped as her control snapped back into place.

Her eyes dulled from glowing violet to their natural shade as awareness crashed over her. The moment she saw what she was holding—who she was holding, her breath caught in horror.

Xamira collapsed to the floor the instant she was released.

Meredith dropped to her knees immediately. "No—no, no..."

Blood stained her fingers. Marks ringed Xamira’s neck—angry, deep, and already swelling. The girl tried to speak, her mouth opening, but no sound came out—only a weak, broken gasp.

Guilt slammed into Meredith with brutal force as she thought, ’I almost killed her.’

Draven moved instantly. The shock of seeing the transformation—the impossible reality of it—vanished beneath urgency. He crossed the room in two strides and knelt beside Xamira.

"Xamira," he said sharply, checking her pulse, his hands already working to assess the damage. "Stay with me. Look at me."

Her eyes fluttered. She tried to answer, but no words came out of her lips.

Meredith moved closer, her voice tight. "Is she—?"

"She needs medical attention now." Draven cut in, already lifting Xamira carefully. "Her throat—"

By the time she pushed the door open again, her breathing was steady, her expression composed—calm in the way one became calm after deciding there was no room left for panic.

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