The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 681

Chapter 681: The Great War (I)

[Third Person].

The eastern edge of Stormveil had never felt like this before.

The Great Wall stood tall behind them, fortified with the faint, almost imperceptible glow of fae runes embedded deep within its structure.

Beyond it stretched the open expanse of land that had seen smaller conflicts in the past—but never anything like what now gathered upon it.

Draven stood at the forefront, his presence steady, his gaze fixed ahead. Beside him, Meredith was silent.

The army of Stormveil had assembled in full force—Alphas, Betas, warriors in dense formations, their numbers strong, their resolve even stronger.

The air carried the low, restless energy of warriors ready to fight, but beneath it all, there was tension.

Then the enemy revealed itself.

At first, it was only movement in the distance—a dark mass spreading across the horizon like a storm rolling in.

But as it drew closer, shape and form became clear, and the sheer scale of it pressed heavily against the senses.

They were vampires, in their thousands.

They stood in organized ranks, unnaturally still, their presence cold and suffocating even from afar. Their numbers alone would have been enough to make any lesser army hesitate.

But that was not what unsettled Meredith.

Her eyes narrowed slightly. "Something’s wrong," she murmured.

Draven didn’t take his eyes off the field. "I see it."

There were gaps within the vampire formations. Not empty—but filled with something else.

A second line moved forward more slowly, in a different way. And then, the glint of metal. The unmistakable shape of weapons held in human hands.

A ripple passed through the werewolf ranks.

Armed, organized Humans soldiers stood alongside vampires.

For a brief moment, even the battlefield seemed to hold its breath.

"They went to Duskmoor. She brought them into this," Meredith said quietly, the realization settling in her chest.

Draven’s expression hardened, his voice low. "She planned this far ahead."

Ahead of them, the human soldiers raised their weapons. The first shot shattered the silence. A sharp crack split the air, followed by another, then dozens more.

The battlefield erupted.

Bullets tore forward in a relentless wave, striking into the advancing werewolves before they could fully close the distance. The sound alone was disorienting—louder, sharper than any clash of steel or claw.

A few wolves dropped instantly. Others faltered, but Stormveil did not break.

"Forward!" one of the Alphas roared.

The wolves surged.

They moved faster than the humans anticipated—closing the gap despite the barrage. Bodies blurred into motion, shifting, weaving, enduring as they pressed into the enemy line.

The first collision came violently. Claws met flesh, and steel met bone.

The battlefield dissolved into chaos.

Meredith moved with them, her senses sharpened, her awareness stretching across the field. The gunfire didn’t stop. If anything, it intensified, forcing her to remain alert not just to the vampires but to the constant threat cutting through the air.

"This isn’t just a war..." she said under her breath.

Draven, already stepping forward into the fray, finished it. "It’s an invasion."

And then he was gone, moving into the battlefield without hesitation.

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Not far from the main clash, something else began to shift.

A second "Meredith" appeared.

She moved along the outer edge of the battlefield, her silver hair catching the light, her presence unmistakable.

To the vampires positioned along that flank, it was an opportunity too valuable to ignore.

Elsewhere, confusion began to spread within the vampire ranks. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

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