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Chapter 598 Blood in the Mist

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After the bonding ceremony concluded, the guests gathered in the banquet hall beside the sanctuary for dinner. They lingered long after the meal, chatting and laughing, before finally beginning to say their goodbyes.

“Dad, let me take you home to rest,” Rebecca said, helping Reginald to his feet. She knew he was exhausted after a full day on his feet–his back already too stiff to straighten. “Landon and the others still have things to handle. We’ll go ahead.”

Reginald nodded and patted the back of Landon’s hand. “You two should rest soon too. Don’t overdo it.”

Landon personally walked them to the car and opened the door. He leaned toward the driver with a final reminder. “Drive slow. The fog’s thick tonight.”

“Of course,” the driver replied with a smile, starting the engine.

Inside the warm car, Reginald leaned back in his seat. As he recalled Tessa and Landon standing side by side in the sanctuary, receiving the blessings of their pack, a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. The Nightshade Pack finally had a Luna worthy of standing beside Landon. Now, even his old heart could rest

easy.

But across the street, hidden in the shadows of a black car, Nathan’s wolf eyes gleamed faintly in the dark. He rolled a custom–made silver bullet between his fingers–its core laced with forbidden wolf–pack poison, enough to paralyze even a high–tier alpha for a time.

to mess with,” Grant said tightly, clutching the

curling to reveal sharp fangs. “Precisely

door open and sprang out like a phantom, his Frost Pack explosiveness unleashing into the night. In

the scope of his rifle, he tracked the Thorne family’s car as it approached, then aimed at the

He pulled the trigger.

cracked through

Boom!

The car veered out of control, skidding violently across the road in a wide, erratic S. Reginald, ever the seasoned alpha, tensed instinctively. Just before impact, he threw

Rebecca cried out, barely registering the sickening jolt in her back

suit. He grunted in pain, his left arm wedged under the crushed door, bones grinding out of place. The force of the impact/had awakened old battlefield injuries–this time, he could barely hang

a gash bleeding at

from his forehead, had already crawled out of

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he rushed to the

slapped the interior of the door. “Get out! Don’t worry about me!