The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 470

Chapter 470: Wanda’s New Tactic

[Meredith].

Dennis’s announcement for the last game was followed up by the warriors coming to clear the training grounds.

Next, black tiles were arranged in a seven-by-seven diamond that shimmered beneath the late sunlight, each tile carved with faint runes.

From above, the board formed an obsidian star—beautiful, ominous, and strangely alive.

We gathered around the table.

Dennis clapped his hands once. "Alright. The final game is Obsidian Path. It requires strategy, intuition, and nerve. Perfect for ending the day."

Everyone seemed eager.

Then, Dennis tapped the board with two fingers.

"The objective is to reach the centre tile. On your turn, you may move your token one square or place a trap to block someone’s route."

Next, he lifted a small black tile edged with sharp silver markings. "Step on a trap, and you lose a turn."

Dennis continued, "Last thing... traps stay where they are. Once placed, they are permanent." Then he looked between us all. "Everyone understands?"

We nodded.

Wanda stood across from me. Her face was now arranged into a pleasant, unreadable calm.

She even smiled at me. And that alone set my instincts on edge.

Draven stood slightly behind my right shoulder, his hands loosely folded. I felt the warmth of his presence like a shield pressed to my spine.

Dennis announced that we pair up. But before I could turn to Draven, he let me know that I was not allowed to play against Draven this time, so Wanda happily turned to me.

I bet she had been waiting for this opportunity, more so when she learned that we would play last.

"Remember," Dennis said, "this game is about reading each other. Predicting each other. Outsmarting each other."

Then his grin flicked toward Wanda and me. "So, I’m expecting fireworks."

Wanda’s smile remained perfectly serene. Mine didn’t change either.

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Minutes later, Wanda and I finally stepped onto the board.

Our wolf tokens were placed at opposite ends—hers was obsidian black, while mine was silver with a faint lilac sheen.

Then Dennis raised a wooden baton. "Begin."

Wanda moved first, tapping a central tile. I studied her posture, her eyes, her breath, but she gave away nothing.

Her composure was impeccable—elegant, steadfast, like a woman raised in discipline and politics.

So, I placed my first trap tile quietly, shaping the board in the opposite direction of hers. I wasn’t trying to fight her yet. I was rearranging the field.

Jeffery murmured thoughtfully from the sidelines, clearly impressed. While Oscar, who rarely complimented anyone, nodded once. "Interesting start."

Wanda’s eyes flicked to him with polite acknowledgement before returning to me, still smiling calmly.

But when she placed her next tile, her wrist stiffened for half a second—a tiny crack in the mask. She was playing aggressively yet trying to appear relaxed.

I adjusted my path accordingly.

Wanda subtly guided her traps toward the centre, hemming me in. That was a sophisticated tactic, one that required patience and foresight.

Dennis murmured approvingly. "Someone’s confident."

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