4 Moonlit Pack

Andrew emerged from the narrow passageway, scanning the area with narrowed eyes, but Adeline was nowhere to be found. Frustration bubbled up inside him, and he hurled the gun he held at the wall. “Damn it,” he muttered to himself. “How could I let her escape like that?”

As he tried to calm his nerves, a familiar scent reached his nose—blood, Adeline’s blood. His head snapped in the direction the scent was coming from. Glancing down, he noticed a trail of blood leading into the forest.

He crouched and touched the blood, rubbing it between his fingers with a dark chuckle. “She’s bleeding badly,” he murmured. “She couldn’t have gotten far.”

Retrieving his gun from where it had fallen, Andrew followed the trail, scanning the ground like a predator looking for its prey.

Finally, he emerged from the forest, coming to a halt at the edge of a road. The blood trail ended in a small pool on the road, marking where Adeline had fallen. Andrew took a deep breath, pushing his disheveled hair back from his face. He stared down at the pool of blood, already knowing that someone most likely helped her.

For a moment, he stood there, thinking to himself. Their mission was clear: to wipe out every member of the Crimson Pack. And now, the leader’s daughter had slipped through his fingers.

Andrew let out a roar of anger, gripping his hair in frustration as the empty street echoed with his screams. His breaths were heavy as he tried to regain control over his emotions.

After several moments of letting out his rage, Andrew sighed and turned back toward the forest, only to see some of the men he had come with emerging from it and approaching him. Their footsteps were hesitant, aware of their leader’s bad mood.

“Where have you idiots been this whole time?” Andrew demanded, pointing a finger at each of them.

One of the men, a lanky guy with a shaved head, stepped forward and bowed his head. “Forgive us, sir. We were making sure there weren’t any survivors. I saw two female members run this way, but I'm guessing you already took care of them.”

Andrew cleared his throat, straightening his posture as he faced his men. He forced a calm expression onto his face, not wanting to show more of his frustration. “Right… I killed them both.”

The men nodded, accepting his words without question. They had no reason to doubt him, and Andrew had no intention of revealing the truth about Adeline’s escape.

He walked past his men, his frustration still barely contained as he headed toward the forest. “Make one final check,” he barked over his shoulder. “Make sure there really aren’t any survivors before we leave.”

His men exchanged glances before nodding. Even though they had already checked for survivors, they knew better than to question his orders, especially when he was in such a foul mood. Without wasting any time, they followed behind Andrew, heading back to the crimson pack.

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The massive gate to the Moonlit Pack opened with a low, metallic groan, and Enzo's car rolled in and parked. It was almost midnight by the time they returned, and the compound was bathed in the glow of the moonlight.

Enzo stepped out of the car and walked to the back seat, opening the door. He carefully lifted Adeline from the seat, cradling her unconscious form in his arms. Her face was pale, and her breathing shallow, but at least she was still alive.

"Go to the pack's infirmary and bring one of our best nurses," he instructed Andrei.

Andrei nodded without hesitation, immediately sprinting off towards the infirmary. Enzo watched him go for a moment before turning his attention back to Adeline. Her body was limp in his arms, her head resting against his chest. The scent of her blood was strong, making him scrunch his nose.

As Enzo made his way toward his mansion, a few werewolves passing by glanced at him and the girl in his arms with eyes wide. They murmured to themselves, their whispers barely audible.

Enzo, who was the impatient type, snapped. He halted abruptly and turned to face them. "If you keep staring like that, I will have your eyes gouged out and your tongues cut off, then handed to you.”

The werewolves quickly averted their gazes as fear flashed in their eyes, and they hurried on their way. Enzo's reputation for being ruthless was well-known in the pack, and none of them dared to test his limits.

Reaching his mansion, Enzo ascended the steps, entering the hallway. The house was lavishly decorated, with polished floors and high ceilings, but it felt empty. The only sounds were the ticking of a distant clock and the soft sounds of the wind outside.

Enzo took the elevator to the second floor, and when the doors opened, he stepped out and walked down the hallway to the guest room next to his own bedroom.

Leaning down slightly, he used his elbow to open the door and walked inside. It was massive for just a guest room, with a large bed in the middle. Enzo approached the bed and gently laid Adeline down, adjusting her position so she was comfortable.

He stepped back, his gaze lingering on her for a moment. Adeline's face was peaceful, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks. Who was she, and why did he feel compelled to help her?

He was known for his cold personality for never giving a damn about anyone, no matter their situation. If it had been anyone else, he would have left them to rot in the middle of that road.

But Adeline was different. Something about her stirred a part of him that he didn't recognize. Enzo didn't like the idea that he might be getting soft, especially for a random girl he'd found on the road. The thought irked him, challenging the image he had of himself.

With a dismissive shake of his head, he brushed off the feeling, unwilling to dwell on it. He walked over to the window and pulled back the curtains, allowing the night air to filter into the room. He then moved to a chair beside the bed and sat down, his eyes never leaving Adeline as he waited for the nurse to arrive.