The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 567

Chapter 567: Back to her Side

[Third Person].

Another deep sigh left her lips. Straightening slightly, she called inward, "Valmora."

The response came slowly, like a presence rising from deep water. "I’m here."

"Do you think I went too far with the poison tactic?" Meredith asked quietly.

"No," Valmora replied without hesitation. "If I were in your place, I would carry it out. Not pretend."

Meredith wasn’t surprised. Valmora’s hatred of Xamira was raw and unhidden.

"Now, I want to know something," she said calmly. "Why are you always so... cold when it comes to dealing with people?"

A long, heavy silence followed. For a moment, Meredith wondered if Valmora would refuse to answer. Then her wolf’s voice came again, lower than before.

"Did you forget so soon how Serena died? I clearly told you."

Meredith stiffened slightly. "Yes, you did. You told me you were poisoned," she said. "Both of you."

"Yes," Valmora acknowledged. "We were poisoned." There was a small pause before she continued. "We underestimated our enemies."

Meredith leaned back against the table, listening.

"I thought they would challenge us openly like before," Valmora went on. "Declare war. Meet me on the battlefield. I was prepared for all that."

Just then, her presence darkened with memory. "I did not expect them to stoop so low."

"How?" Meredith asked softly. "How was it done?"

"They poisoned the water," Valmora answered. "A stream along a route they knew I would take."

The image unfolded vividly in Meredith’s mind.

"They knew I was too strong for them to be ambushed directly," Valmora continued. "Too powerful to overpower with blades or claws. So they chose patience. They chose cowardice."

Her words sharpened.

"Serena and most of our soldiers drank from that stream. They died without ever raising a weapon."

Meredith’s chest tightened. "They hated you because you were a woman," she said quietly, understanding dawning fully now.

"Yes," Valmora replied. "A woman who wielded power they believed belonged only to men."

Meredith closed her eyes. Now she truly did understand why Valmora trusted nothing, why she believed mercy was weakness, and why she would rather strike first than risk betrayal.

"I don’t blame you anymore," Meredith said softly.

Valmora said nothing, but for the first time, the silence did not feel hostile.

Meredith opened her eyes and looked back at the pot on her worktable, at the medicine she was preparing, at the path she was choosing—walking the thin line between fear and compassion, between darkness and restraint.

She straightened, her resolve settling firmly back into place. Villain or not, she would decide how this story unfolded.

A long while later, when the herbal mixture had finally cooled down a bit, Meredith moved again.

She poured a small portion into a narrow glass bottle and sealed it carefully, setting it aside. The rest, she carried to her bedroom.

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