Chapter 74: The Return of The Alpha

The air in Blackthorn was thick with ash and blood.

The Exiled Legions moved through the ruined streets like shadows, their presence suffocating and absolute. Nick led the patrol, his undead army trailing behind him, clearing the remnants of resistance that dared remain.

The city had become a graveyard—a kingdom of silence.

Every corner they turned revealed another shattered home, another body lying cold beneath the flickering remnants of street lamps. The werewolves, vampires, and hunters that had once protected Blackthorn were all but gone.

"This is too easy," Archer muttered, his voice low as his eyes scanned the empty streets. His fingers never left the fletching of his arrow, the tension clear in his posture. "No defenses. No traps. Just silence. Either someone wiped them out too cleanly, or something worse is waiting."