Chapter 27 The Responsibility Of A Leader
Zion, or rather Shura, hunted down every last vampire and tortured them for an entire month. The only reason there were any survivors was because, the moment the others saw Shura lose control, they abandoned the battlefield and left it to the beast. He was unrecognizable—no longer Alpha Zion, but a feral force of destruction.
Some weren’t lucky enough to escape.
There were unfortunate casualties from their side too—shredded beyond recognition, their bodies mangled until not even bones remained. Some of them belonged to another pack.
Greg, sensing that something was wrong with Zion before the shift, had barely managed to warn his own pack. They fled as fast as they could, retreating to safety.
They didn’t return until the next day.
And when they did, they found Zion soaked in blood, standing alone in the middle of the battlefield. The stench of death clung to him like a second skin. His presence was monstrous, terrifying—so much so that from that day on, the other packs began calling him ’The Beast.’
He was the one Beta Greg feared the most. That’s why he was desperate to keep Zion away from the dungeon. If Zion discovered what Greg had done to Addison... there’d be no escape from his wrath.
Even though Addison had already escaped, the scent of her blood still lingered in the cell—thick, coppery, and impossible to hide. One whiff, and Shura would lose control. Greg could already imagine the chaos that would follow if that happened.
He needed time.