Chapter 105

Finally, after a tense journey, the group made it to Switzerland. Everyone disembarked from the plane, weary but grateful, and headed toward the waiting cars arranged for their arrival. Sarah and Kathy climbed into one of the vehicles and, before departing, Kathy took out her cellphone to text her mom, letting her know they had landed safely. Night had already fallen, casting a quiet hush over the airport as exhaustion set in from the long flight. The cars wound through the darkened streets and eventually pulled up to the camp, which was already prepared for everyone to settle in and get some much-needed rest.

“I want everyone to get some rest then; I want some scouts to patrol, and switch around but make sure you watch out for traps—I don’t know where Samuel and his men set them. Be alert and report anything suspicious immediately. The safety of the group depends on careful observation and teamwork.”

As Kathy finished outlining the plan, a chorus of voices responded in unison, “Yes, my queen,” their words echoing with resolve and respect. The affirmation brought a sense of unity and determination to the group, signaling that everyone was ready to follow her lead and face whatever challenges lay ahead of them.

As twilight descended, the group carefully established their camp deep within the woods, choosing a spot concealed enough to observe the area where Anthony and Miles were being held hostage by Samuel and his rogue companion. The forest was thick, offering both protection and a vantage point to scout their enemies’ location.

The warriors accompanying the group moved with silent precision, shifting through the underbrush and monitoring the area without drawing attention. Their goal was clear: gather intelligence and identify the best approach for rescuing the captives, all while remaining unseen by Samuel and the rogue.

Inside a sturdy canvas tent, Sarah and Kathy prepared to share quarters for the night, their mate strengthened by the uncertainty and hope for their mates' safe return. Both women understood that their own safety—and that of the entire group—depended on their unity and readiness for the coming confrontation.

Lord Frances, ever mindful of her people’s needs, had permitted a small team of skilled cooks and healers to accompany the party. Their presence was vital, ensuring everyone could be nourished and cared for, especially with the looming promise of battle on the horizon.

Grace struggled with the thought of Kathy and Sarah entering the fray. She voiced her fears, but Seth offered steady reassurance, promising that everything would be alright. His confidence helped calm Grace, reminding her that they would face whatever came together.

Anticipating possible complications, even some of the vampires had chosen to join Kathy, prepared to lend their strength and abilities should anything go wrong. Their presence underscored the seriousness of the mission and the importance of standing together against a formidable adversary.

As the camp settled, the air of anticipation lingered. Each person played their part—whether as scout, healer, cook, or fighter—readying themselves for the critical moment when they would attempt the daring rescue. In the heart of the woods, surrounded by allies and friends, hope burned quietly against the backdrop of uncertainty and the coming battle.

Some of the warriors are coming with her to the location, as everyone is in her tent talking about where everyone is going to be at and the plans.

Before they finalized their preparations, Kathy added, “I want Lycians to watch out for slivers and oleander, and vampires, I want you to be cautious of Vampire Dust and Titanium. Once we get inside the building, I want everyone to have each other's backs and team up—don’t go into any room by yourself.” Her directive made clear the dangers each group might face and reinforced the importance of sticking together during the rescue mission.

Before anyone could rise to leave, a sharp pain gripped Kathy’s chest, sharper than anything she’d felt before. Sarah immediately moved to her side, gently rubbing her back in soothing circles while whispering words of reassurance. The concern around the tent was palpable, as everyone watched anxiously, worried about her well-being. Sensing her distress, the fire fae fluttered over and perched lightly on Kathy’s shoulder, adding its own comforting touch by rubbing her back with gentle, glowing hands until the pain began to ebb away.

“Are you okay?”

Kathy took a steadying breath, managing a faint smile as she replied, “Yes, I am fine. We need to hurry. Let’s go. Can someone bring the healer to me, please?” Her voice was urgent but determined, signaling to the group that she was ready to push forward despite her discomfort. At her request, one of the warriors quickly stepped outside to summon the healer, ensuring Kathy would have support as they prepared to move out.

The tent flap rustled as the warrior returned, leading the healer inside. The healer moved swiftly to Kathy’s side, bowing respectfully before her. “I am here, my lady. What do you need?” he asked quietly, readying his supplies as the others watched with concern.

Kathy glanced around at her team, her voice steady but tired. “After we leave, I need to make sure we have beds, water, food, and medical supplies ready. When we bring the men here, they’ll need immediate treatment,” she explained, emphasizing the urgency of preparing for their arrival. The group nodded in agreement, understanding the importance of being ready to support the rescued men as soon as they returned.

“Yes, miss,”

After giving the plans is done Kathy and the warriors walking out of the tent and heading toward the location. Kathy got carry by one of the Lycan warriors and they want to get there before the sun comes up. As they made to the location in the darkness, you can see rogue walking around the ground and Kathy used her power to see if their any traps and it wasn’t. Samuel is on the balcony holding his mate in his arms.

“I will go first and I will give a signal to move in,”

As the group took their positions in the shadows, Kathy quietly slipped away from her companions and walked out of the woods, her silhouette illuminated by the faint moonlight. Samuel, sensing movement, turned his head just in time to see Kathy approaching his hideaway, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face.

As Kathy drew closer, Samuel’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. He called out in a low, harsh voice, “How did you find this place?”

Kathy paused at the edge of the clearing, her expression unreadable in the moonlight. “You forget I have friends everywhere, Samuel. The shadows speak to those who know how to listen.”

Without flinching, Kathy met Samuel's wary gaze and spoke clearly, her tone edged with defiance. “Samuel, I thought you knew everything about me. It seems you didn’t, because you don’t know who I know around the world. I want to know if Anthony and Miles are well and safe,” she demanded, her eyes never leaving his as she waited for his reply.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,”

“Samuel doesn’t play dump with you. You will end in hell with your son,”

“Rouge! Bring her to me,”

Kathy saw Samuel and Evelyn head inside and signaled; her backup stopped the rogue before they could attack.

As tension crackled in the air, Kathy took a steady breath, her resolve hardening. This battle, she vowed silently, would end tonight—once and for all, no more blood would be shed if she could help it.