Avenging Luna
Chapter 160: The Shadows of Vengeance

Chapter 160: The Shadows of Vengeance

Chase’s POV:

The night had fallen thick and heavy around me, the air thick with the scent of damp earth, pine, and the promise of blood. I stood at the edge of the window in my private chamber, gazing out over the quiet expanse of the land. Beyond my mansion that I recently bought, the territory of the Blood Moon Pack stretched as far as the eye could see, the wolves unaware of the storm that was about to sweep through their lives. A storm I had carefully orchestrated in silence.

My fists clenched at my sides, the gnawing ache of rage pressing at the back of my skull. Leila. The pain they had caused her, the betrayal, the torment—no one would get away with it. The wolves of the Blood Moon Pack thought they were untouchable, that their strength and numbers would protect them from the consequences of their cruelty. But they were wrong. And I was about to show them just how wrong they were.

However, I wasn’t foolish enough to go charging in, full of bloodlust and reckless abandon. I had learned a long time ago that in this world—especially in the world of supernatural politics—actions carried consequences. And I wasn’t interested in starting a war between vampires and wolves. That wasn’t the endgame here. I wasn’t looking for a battle of armies; I was looking for precision, a calculated strike that would break them without leaving a trace back to me or any vampires.

My fingers gripped the windowsill, the cold stone biting into my skin, a reminder that everything I was about to do had to be perfect. I could afford no mistakes. Not with Leila’s pain still fresh in my mind, not with the vengeance I craved so deeply.

And that was why I had to remain in the shadows. I couldn’t afford to let anyone know that a vampire was behind the fall of the Blood Moon Pack. The wolves were strong, yes, but they weren’t invincible. And I wasn’t about to let my bloodline be dragged into this mess. No, I would strike from the shadows, hidden in the dark, with no sign of my involvement.

I had gathered my most trusted warrior, Victor, to help me with this. A skilled fighter, loyal to a fault, and discreet as a shadow. Over the years, he had carried out countless missions for me, always with an unsettling calm and cold precision. I needed someone like him for this delicate task. Someone who could move unseen, who would leave no trace of his presence.

I stood up straight, feeling the weight of the decision pressing down on me. The time for waiting was over. I turned to Victor, who had been silently waiting in the corner of my chamber.

"Victor," I said, my voice low, the venom of vengeance thick in my tone.

He stepped forward, his tall frame casting a long shadow in the dim light of the room. "Yes, Master?"

"The Blood Moon Pack must fall," I began, my eyes narrowing as I turned to face him. "But we must be careful. I cannot afford for anything to point back to us. We are not starting a war—not yet, at least. I will not risk a full-scale supernatural conflict between our kind and theirs. Not while I still have my own plans."

Victor nodded, his eyes sharp and calculating. He knew better than to question me, but I could see the curiosity in his eyes. He was always one to ask questions when things were unclear. "Understood. How would you like us to proceed?"

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to calm the storm raging inside me. "We move quietly," I said. "We take their trust. Their unity. We make them turn on one another. They’ll do the work for us. It’ll be a slow burn, a silent wound that eats away at them from the inside. But they will fall. And when they’re weak, we’ll strike."

Victor looked at me for a moment, his gaze unwavering. "How will we begin?"

I smiled darkly. "We start by infiltrating their ranks. We use their own insecurities and fears against them. We make them question everything. We sow distrust. And once they start fighting amongst themselves, once their unity is shattered, then we’ll bring them down. But no one can know who’s behind it. No one, Victor. Not one shred of evidence that points to me or anyone else."

He bowed his head slightly, a sign of respect for my strategy. "Understood, Master. I’ll begin preparations immediately."

For the next few weeks, I remained in the shadows, watching and waiting as Victor and his team executed the plan. I had made sure that every move was calculated, every action taken with the utmost care. I had to be sure that nothing would link me to the chaos that was about to unfold. If the wolves even suspected that a vampire was involved, it could lead to a war that neither side could survive.

I stayed in the darkness, only receiving reports from my most trusted spies and warriors. They were methodical, careful, and the blood on their hands would be invisible. I could already see the cracks beginning to form in the Blood Moon Pack. It started small—rumors whispered in the night, subtle suggestions that the current Alpha-who had taken over after the fall of vanvil - his former beta- wasn’t as strong as vanvil. The second-in-command started showing signs of disloyalty, and other high-ranking wolves began to question the Alpha’s leadership. Nothing was direct, nothing overt, but the seeds of doubt were taking root.

Victor’s paid rogue wolves friends infiltrated the pack, blending in like shadows. One of them had become a trusted advisor to the Alpha, whispering into his ear, feeding him lies and half-truths. Another had taken the role of a close friend to the second-in-command, sowing discontent and jealousy between him and the Alpha. Trust began to erode like a slow poison, and soon, the cracks in their unity were undeniable. The pack started to fracture under the weight of its own paranoia.

The first signs of trouble came when a few of the pack members began to openly question the Alpha’s decisions. The Alpha, once a figure of authority and power, found himself forced to defend every choice he made, every move he took. The pack’s strength had always been in its unity, in the shared belief in their Alpha’s leadership. But now that unity was faltering, and every member of the pack felt it. They were starting to look over their shoulders, wondering if the next wolf they trusted might be the one to betray them.

Victor kept me updated. He reported on the smallest of details—who spoke to whom, who was seen with whom, who was growing suspicious of the Alpha. The pack’s distrust was palpable, and each report brought a cold satisfaction to my chest.

But I could never allow myself to get too close. No one could suspect that I, a vampire, was behind the discord that was tearing the Blood Moon Pack apart. I kept my distance, monitoring the situation through my network of spies and informants. I had given my orders, but my hands never directly touched the pack. I couldn’t afford to risk it. No one could know that a vampire had infiltrated their ranks.

Weeks passed, and the rift within the Blood Moon Pack grew deeper. The Alpha, once proud and unshakable, was now second-guessing every decision, every move. His pack had begun to question him, and the cracks in his leadership were growing wider. The second-in-command, who had once been his loyal ally, had begun to openly oppose him, challenging his authority at every turn. Tensions rose, and the pack began to splinter into factions.

By the time I received the final report, I knew the pack was close to breaking. Victor’s team had done their work well, keeping everything clean, leaving no traces of their involvement. The pack was slowly destroying itself, and I hadn’t had to lift a finger.

I stood in the same room where we had discussed the plan weeks ago, the air thick with anticipation. Victor entered without a word, his expression unreadable as always. He handed me the sealed envelope, the final report. I took it from him, breaking the seal with a swift motion, my heart pounding in my chest.

"The Blood Moon Pack is on the brink of collapse," I read aloud, my voice steady, but the satisfaction that surged through me was undeniable. "The Alpha’s leadership is being openly questioned. His second-in-command is turning the pack against him. The pack’s unity has been shattered. They are weak, divided, and vulnerable."

I set the report down, my fingers brushing over the parchment as I allowed myself a moment of satisfaction. We had done it. We had taken down the Blood Moon Pack without anyone ever knowing who had been behind it. No one could trace it back to us, not a single shred of evidence to suggest that the vampire in the mansion had orchestrated the downfall of an entire pack of wolves.

"Excellent," I said, my voice a low growl. "Now we wait. We let them destroy each other. And when they’re at their weakest... we strike."

Victor bowed slightly, his expression unreadable as always. "It will be done, Master. What of the final blow?"

I looked out the window, my gaze fixed on the distant horizon. "When the time is right, we will strike. But for now, we let them tear each other apart. And when they do, we’ll be there to take advantage of the wreckage."

The Blood Moon Pack was finished. They didn’t know it yet, but the seeds of their destruction had already been sown. And no one would ever know that a vampire, hidden in the shadows, had been the architect of their fall.

It was done. The wolves had destroyed themselves from the inside out, and all I had to do was wait. And when the time was right, I would make them pay for what they had done to Leila.

I smiled to myself, the taste of victory bitter on my tongue, but I knew this was only the beginning. There were still many more to pay for their sins. But for now, the Blood Moon Pack had been dealt with, and nothing could link me to it. The shadows had done their work.

And I was the one who had orchestrated it all.

The night of the final strike came cloaked in silence, broken only by the soft rustle of leaves in the wind. My warriors moved like shadows, slipping past the pack’s feeble defenses. The once-mighty Blood Moon Pack, fractured by distrust and weakened by infighting, was nothing more than a vulnerable carcass waiting to be devoured.

Victor led the charge, his blade swift and precise as it cut through their ranks. The wolves, caught off guard and disorganized, were no match for the efficiency of my warriors. I watched from a ridge, the silver moonlight casting an ethereal glow over the carnage below. Every scream, every desperate howl, was a symphony to the vengeance I had craved for so long.

I descended into the chaos only when the pack’s Alpha remained, defiant to the end. His once-proud form was battered, his eyes filled with rage and a flicker of fear as he stood amidst the bodies of his fallen brethren. I didn’t speak as I approached him. There was no need. My actions spoke louder than any words could. With a single, brutal motion, I ended him, my fangs tearing through flesh as easily as parchment.

The slaughter was total. No one was spared—not the warriors, not the elders, not even the pups. When it was over, the pack’s land was silent, the once-thriving community reduced to nothing but blood and ash. My warriors worked swiftly, planting evidence of rogue activity—scattered fur, claw marks, and trails leading toward the nearby rogue territories. By the time dawn broke, the scene was perfect, a tableau of chaos that would point every investigator’s suspicion toward the rogue packs.

I stood amidst the wreckage, the scent of death thick in the air, and allowed myself a final moment of satisfaction. The Blood Moon Pack was gone, erased from existence. And no one would ever know that I, Chase—the vengeful vampire in the shadows—had been the architect of their annihilation.

And I wasn’t finished yet.