BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 93: COVEN COUNCIL IN BLOOD STONE MOUNTAIN

Chapter 93: COVEN COUNCIL IN BLOOD STONE MOUNTAIN

{"As we moved deeper into the mountain, it revealed its secrets, exposing the evil it had been subjected to" }

DANTE’S POV

What the hell is that horrid smell?" Aggrey demanded as we stepped into Blood Stone Mountain with Amon, Desmond, Fr, and the royal guards. The air was thick with tension, and even the guards stationed inside the mountain had multiplied since our last visit with Elder Dante.

We moved deeper into the chambers where the blood stone bugs had been found. The place was unnaturally spotless, as if someone had scrubbed every inch desperately attempting to erase what had happened here. But no amount of cleaning could mask the scent.

Armon voiced what we were all thinking, letting out a dry chuckle. "Someone was in a hurry to clean this place up, but they couldn’t get rid of the stench of rotten blood and those damn bugs."

We all hummed in agreement—except for Desmond Marcel. He seemed completely out of his element, his body stiff and his face tense. When we hummed again, his discomfort became even more obvious. He cringed slightly, trying to mask it, but I could tell he was anxious—anxious that we might find something.

The guard led us in the opposite direction of the transformation chamber and the nest. I halted, my feet suddenly refusing to move. Something felt off.

"Why aren’t we checking the chambers in that direction?" I asked, my voice cutting through the uneasy silence. The guards stiffened. Their discomfort was palpable, and I could sense the tension rolling off them in waves.

Desmond’s gaze snapped to me, suspicion lacing his tone. "Why are you so interested in those chambers?"

I met his eyes without hesitation. "Because my nose never lies," I said firmly. "And something is wrong in that direction."

The stench still clung to the air, rotten, unnatural, festering beneath the surface no matter how hard someone had tried to cover it up. I squared my shoulders. "I suggest we all go there instead of letting these guards distract us."

The guard turned around; his voice firm yet hesitant. "Lord Marcel instructed that you visit the chambers in the West Wing. The rest are off-limits."

A chuckle echoed from Freyr. Without a word, he turned and strode toward the East Wing. Desmond Marcel stiffened, his jaw tightening as he gritted his teeth. "Damn it," he cursed under his breath.

Aggrey and Amon exchanged glances before following Freyr, leaving the rest of us with little choice but to do the same.

The air grew heavier as we approached the chambers. The scent of old stone was masked by something far more sinister—the metallic tang of blood. I could feel the tension in the guards stationed at the door. Their hands twitched toward their weapons, and their expressions betrayed unease as their eyes darted to Freyr.

Freyr merely tilted his head, amused by their fear, before stepping aside and motioning us in.

We entered. The chambers were empty.

But the floor... the floor was drenched in blood. The thick, dark pools told a grim story—one of haste, desperation.

"They moved them," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. "And they didn’t have time to clean up." No one needed to confirm it. The horror spoke for itself.

"Can someone explain to us what is going on?" Freyr pressed, his voice smooth yet unyielding.

The guards remained silent, their eyes flickering with uncertainty. The tension in the room thickened, but before anyone could push further, a familiar scent filled my senses—Cassius.

I turned just as he appeared at the door, breathless, his usually composed demeanor momentarily shaken. He took a second to collect himself before stepping forward, his voice carefully measured.

"These chambers housed vampires who were ailing," Cassius announced. "Their disease had no cure. After an agreement with their families, they were brought here to live out their last moments."

A heavy silence followed his words, broken only by Aggrey’s quiet snicker and Amos’s scoff of disbelief.

Freyr, ever composed, tilted his head slightly. "Is there a way to see the bodies?"

Desmond’s nostrils flared, and Cassius’s sharp intake of breath was almost comical. Yet Freyr’s face remained passive, his stance unwavering as he waited for their response.

Cassius hesitated, then took a careful step back. "That... will take some time," he admitted.

Aggrey turned to him, his expression cold. "We have all the time in the world." His voice carried a sharp edge. "We came to Bloodstone Mountain to conduct a thorough investigation. Even if it takes days, we’re not leaving until we find the truth."

The weight of his words settled over the room, leaving Cassius with no choice but to comply and then he nodded at the guard and then we watched as the guard moved to the end of the room, switched on a light at the corner and then the view of a glass partition rose and there beyond it lay countless bodies of dead vampires.

"What the fuck is that?" Aggrey hissed.

"Impossible, "Amon responded in disbelief.

I moved with speed to the glass door and demanded that the guard open the doors. "Open the damn doors"

The guards shook their heads with fear and Frery moved to the glass window, punched it so hard that the glass shattered. He pulled one of the bodies and laid it on the ground before us, and in the process a blood stone bug fell from the body and crawled to the ground.

"Is that what I think it is?" Amon’s voice rose in anger.

Frery raised his head and it locked with Desmond Marcel "What is this?"

"The same kind of vampires that attacked the Kayne home. I know the scent plus they all had a mark behind their ear, same as this dead one," I responded.

:" You are fucking kidding me "Frery eyes blazed in anger and then his power rose in the room and then the floor of the mountain shook as we felt his anger.

The shocked look on everyone’s face was what Frery wanted to achieve, and then he added, "Who the hell is behind this and why would they make young vampires attack the Kayne home with a killing intention? Do they know how dangerous the blood stone bug is? How can anyone do this right under the Coven council and under our noses? We need to report this to Lord Marcel"

Freyr’s power surged through the room, raw and untamed. It sent a ripple of tension through my body, my beast clawing just beneath my skin. The very floor beneath us rattled, the tremors unsettling enough to send the guards scrambling toward the door, desperate for cover.

"Calm down, Freyr," I said, feigning concern, though we all knew the truth—his power was suffocating, pressing against our very beings like a storm ready to break.

Then, before anyone could react, a sound split through the mountain.

A deep, guttural roar.

It echoed through the stone, shaking the air with its sheer force—a wolf’s growl, primal and unrelenting.

Then, just as suddenly as it came... silence. A silence so absolute, it felt unnatural. We stood frozen, listening, waiting.

"I bet everyone heard that:" Amon pointed out and turned to Cassius and added "That sounded like a wolf, "

Cassius swallowed hard while Desmond seemed loss of words and Aggrey stepped forwards and added "That was a fucking wolf "

"The mountain does rumble sometimes," Cassius muttered and rubbed the back of his head.

"Does it?" Freyr’s eyes turned red and then he pushed his power out and the floor rattled, the walls shook and even the bodies in the glass chambers started falling out. After a minute, we heard the large roar, and this time it was closer and it was the sound of a large wolf.

"Well, that is a wolf and it seems that someone is harboring a forbidden creature in Blood Stone Mountain, "I raised my chin and asserted the words.

I watched as Freyr strode toward the exit of the chambers; his movements deliberate. Without hesitation, we all followed, drawn by the same unspoken urgency. He led us through the dim corridors, each step bringing us closer to the source of the sound.

And then we stopped.

We stood at the entrance of the Bloodstone Nest.

I knew exactly what Freyr was doing—forcing the beast to reveal itself, pushing Lord Marcel’s secrets into the open. The breeding of Bloodstone bugs, the unnatural experiments... it was all about to unravel.

"The sound is coming from here," Freyr stated, his voice steady as he pointed at the heavy door ahead.

Before any of us could react, the door rattled violently.

Then, a deep, guttural growl ripped through the air—louder this time, more menacing. The kind of growl that sent a primal warning straight to your bones.

I smirked, my gaze shifting between Cassius and Desmond. "Oh boy, what do we have here?"

"Stand back," The guards attempted to scare us, but Frery was determined, and he instructed Cassius to have the door opened so that we could see what was behind it.

" I can’t do the, "Cassius croaked and his eyes showed fear.

"I have no problem breaking down the door, "Frery boasted as he leaned by the side of the door and raised one eyebrow with a smirk on his face.

"Lord Marcel is still the lord of the coven. We have to obey his orders," Desmond stated.

"You mean to tell us it is Lord Marcel who is harboring whatever is behind this door?"

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