Chapter 50: Angelos

Not a single warring asset of Noctavion lived to see the light of dawn.

And while dawn wasn't due to crack the night's horizon until a few more hours, what roamed of Lord Grave's vengeance and Imperia City's Lupus Gang gradually declined in numbers. Easing out of sight and mind as they made sure Obsidian Keep had not a speck of thug living.

The elevator in the lobby dinged open, and there emerged Zamson and his small pack. Azima, Princeton, and Soul awaited them. They expected them all to return unscathed.

Instead, they were met by Logan, supporting a limping Shane. A rugged Zamson and wild-looking Naia. And a big dark man who could tower over them all if his body mass continued to bulk up in size.

They were still breathing to the hunters and Azima. That's all that mattered.

"Z—" The scar on his chest stole Azima's voice in an instant. His chest. That scar. It matched him perfectly. She ignored his current other half—the vampyrial primal Naia—holding his hand.