Chapter 155

Kazuo wandered through the empty streets, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. The night air was cool, and the faint glow of streetlamps reflected off the damp pavement. He didn't notice any of it. His thoughts were consumed by Amélie.

She was gone—taken by that massive vampire freak. Kazuo didn't even know what the hell an Alpha was supposed to be. Some kind of leader? A more vicious version of a regular bloodsucker? Whatever he was, he had Amélie now, and he had nothing but a gnawing emptiness in his chest and the growing certainty that he wasn't going to get her back.

He kept walking, aimlessly, scanning every corner as if they might appear out of thin air. Of course, they wouldn't. What was he doing? Searching the city like this was stupid—just him, wandering around with no plan, no leads. Like hoping a miracle would fall into his lap. He knew better than to rely on miracles.