The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 386

Chapter 386: We’ve Got Company

(Third Person).

Meredith turned and walked toward the door. The faint click of her boots echoed through the corridor, each step measured and steady.

As she stepped out, the door opposite hers opened almost at the same time. Draven emerged, dressed in his battle attire—all black, his presence radiating calm power.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the air between them seemed to still.

Without a word, he reached out his hand.

Meredith smiled, slipping her fingers into his. His grip was warm and steady. Together, they descended the staircase, the muted thud of their boots blending in rhythm.

Halfway down, Draven’s teasing voice broke the quiet. "You smell nice," he said, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.

Meredith chuckled under her breath, glancing at him from the side. "Is that supposed to kill my nerves?"

He looked down at her with that faint, confident smile, the one that always made her heartbeat stumble. "Did it work?"

She let out a soft exhale that might have been a laugh. "Barely."

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The night air met them the moment the mansion doors swung open—crisp, cool, and faintly electric under the weight of the full moon.

A line of warriors stood ready beside the parked cars, their postures sharp, disciplined.

Each of them bowed their heads slightly as Draven and Meredith stepped out, the sight of their Alpha and Luna together drawing silent respect.

Dennis was already waiting by the second car, his expression a mixture of anticipation and impatience. "About time," he muttered with a crooked grin when he saw them approaching.

Draven didn’t rise to the bait; he simply gave a short nod to his brother. "Everyone knows what to do."

"Yes, Alpha," Dennis said, his smirk fading into a professional calm as he opened the back door of his car.

Draven turned to Meredith, his dark eyes glinting faintly under the moonlight. "Stay close when we arrive. Don’t stray from my side unless I tell you."

"I won’t," she promised.

He held her gaze for a heartbeat longer before guiding her toward their car. The warrior-driver bowed before opening the door for them.

Meredith slid in first, the faint scent of leather and steel filling her senses. Draven followed, settling beside her, his hand instinctively finding hers again.

Dennis climbed into the second car behind them. Engines hummed to life almost in unison—low and restrained, as though even the machines knew to keep their silence tonight.

As they rolled out of the gates, the moonlight spilt over the convoy, two black vehicles gliding down the long, winding drive that cut through the estate grounds.

Meredith’s gaze shifted to Draven. His profile was sharp against the moonlight, his expression composed, but she could feel the restrained energy beneath his calm exterior.

The Alpha in him was awake, ready and waiting.

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Some minutes later, the two cars slowed to a stop at the edge of the Western Woods. The tall trees stood like ancient sentinels, their leaves whispering secrets under the cold glow of the full moon.

The air was heavy, thick with the scent of moss and the faint trace of blood that lingered on the wind.

Meredith stared out the window, her stomach twisting. Of all places, she hadn’t expected this—a vampire hunt in the woods. Somehow, it felt more ominous than the streets of Duskmoor itself.

She turned toward Draven, her brows knitting. ’This place feels wrong,’ she thought, her pulse quickening.

Draven was already stepping out of the car. He moved with his usual calm confidence, closing the door quietly before circling around to open hers.

At that same moment, Dennis’s car pulled up behind them. Dennis stepped out, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, a grin spreading across his face as he took in the looming forest.

"I can’t believe this is where we are hunting a vampire tonight," he said, almost laughing. "What a perfect place for a nightmare."

Meredith didn’t share his enthusiasm. The woods stretched endlessly, cloaked in shadow. The night wind carried a low, unsettling hum that made her skin prickle.

Draven reached out a hand. "Come on," he said.

She took it, stepping out of the car and meeting his steady gaze. His presence grounded her a little, even as unease coiled in her chest.

Without a word, Draven reached into his pocket and brought out a small glass spray bottle. He began misting her shoulders, her neck, her clothes.

Meredith frowned. The scent hit her immediately. It was familiar, subtle, distinctly human. Her very own creation.

"Take the sword."

Meredith frowned inwardly. "It’s been a while since I last practiced with one."

"The sword will keep your hands clean," Valmora replied smoothly. "Unless, of course, you would prefer to tear through their chests and pull their hearts out yourself."

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