The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 682

Chapter 682: The Great War (II)

[Third Person].

There was no hesitation or restraint in Draven anymore. And that made him more dangerous than before.

Just then, Estella’s gaze shifted briefly just enough to catch another detail.

Draven moved again, cutting through enemies. Every so often, his attention flickered elsewhere, toward a specific direction. Toward Meredith.

Even in the chaos, he was watching and protecting her.

Estella’s lips curved faintly. "Still distracted," she said under her breath.

But her attention didn’t linger because something else had begun to unravel.

Across another section of the battlefield, a familiar figure appeared once more. Meredith, or what seemed to be her.

She moved differently this time—closer to the heart of the conflict, drawing attention far more deliberately.

Vampires noticed immediately, their focus snapping toward her with renewed urgency.

"The Queen!" one shouted.

They surged toward her in numbers, but she didn’t retreat.

She advanced just enough to keep them engaged, pulling them further into a cluster where the fighting was thickest.

The pressure tightened around her, enemies closing in from all sides, their movements coordinated, aggressive.

For a moment, it worked. They were completely focused on her.

But then, one of the vampires hesitated mid-step, his gaze narrowing slightly as he accidentally noticed the other Meredith.

"Something’s wrong," he muttered.

Just then, the illusion flickered just slightly. But it was enough for the recognition hit.

"It’s not her!" one of them shouted.

The shift in the air was immediate.

The surrounding vampires lunged at once, their attacks no longer cautious but decisive, aimed to kill without hesitation.

Xamira didn’t run. She stood her ground.

Her form shifted in an instant into something else, something unstable, flickering between shapes as she moved.

"What the fuck..." Estella drawled as her surprised gaze watched the scene unfolding several steps away. "...is that?"

Just then, a blade found its way into Xamira’s side, but she twisted through the pain, her hand snapping forward to grab one of them and drag him into the path of another’s strike.

They fell together. But more came.

Her breathing grew heavier, her movements sharper but slower now. Blood stained her clothes, her strength beginning to wane, but her eyes remained focused.

She wasn’t even trying to survive. She was finishing something.

With the last of her strength, her form shifted again into Estella.

Her voice rang out, clear and commanding. "Fall back to the northern ridge—now!"

The vampires closest to her didn’t question it.

They moved and ran straight into the waiting jaws of another hidden unit—wolves bursting from concealment, tearing into them before they could even regroup.

The screams echoed briefly before being swallowed by the chaos.

Behind them, the false Estella staggered. Her form broke and returned to the original Xamira.

She dropped to one knee, her breath uneven, her strength finally giving way.

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