The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 683

Chapter 683: The Great Wat (III)

[Third Person].

At the same time, another force carved its way through the war.

Draven moved like something untethered. There was no hesitation in him anymore, no restraint held back for the sake of control or appearance.

He tore through a line of vampires, his claws ripping through one before turning instantly to the next, his movements never slowing, never faltering.

Blood stained the ground beneath him, but he didn’t stop. Because even as he fought, his gaze kept flickering across the battlefield again and again, always returning to Meredith.

Every time the pressure around her increased, he felt it. Every time she drew more attention, he adjusted.

At one point, a cluster of enemies closed in on her from behind, their approach masked by the chaos of the fight, but Draven saw it.

In an instant, he broke away from his current position, moving faster than most could track, intercepting them before they could reach her.

The attack never landed. Bodies fell before they got close enough.

Meredith didn’t turn, but she knew. She always knew.

From afar, Estella, who had just beheaded a Beta wolf with her claws, cast her gaze on Meredith.

She let it linger on the shielding, the control, and the way she moved between defense and attack without losing balance.

Then her attention shifted to Draven. She watched him tear through her forces, and just then, her expression changed as she noticed the pattern.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she noticed the pattern. Even in the middle of his assault, Draven’s attention never fully left Meredith. He moved with purpose, not just to destroy, but to protect.

Estella exhaled slowly, then clicked her tongue. "Tsk. Tsk... I need to take you out."

The decision was made, so she stepped forward.

The battlefield seemed to shift as her presence fully entered it, her aura cutting through the chaos like a blade.

Those closest to her instinctively moved aside, creating space without being told.

Right then, her eyes locked onto him. "Draven." Her voice carried.

Even through the noise and the war, he heard it, and he stopped only for a moment, but it was enough.

His gaze found her immediately.

The battlefield around them continued, but between them, something else settled—focus, recognition and intent.

Then Estella moved first. She closed the distance with terrifying speed, her attack direct, precise, and meant to kill.

Draven met her head-on, their collision sending a shock through the space around them as power met power without restraint.

Their fight began without preamble.

Estella struck fast, her movements fluid and calculated, every attack aimed with purpose. Draven countered with equal force, his responses sharp, adaptive, meeting her speed with his own.

Claw met claw, and force met force.

"You have changed," Estella said as she moved, her tone almost conversational despite the violence of her attacks.

"So have you," Draven replied, deflecting her strike before driving his own forward.

She twisted away, her lips curving faintly. "Not enough."

They clashed again, faster this time. But around them, the war continued.

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