Chapter 130 Blood and Chaos

Chapter 130 Blood and Chaos


Chapter 130

RAVENNA

Selene zipped up her final bag and straightened. "I left the clothes in the closet. You can help yourselves to whatever you want."

She grabbed her bags and walked towards the door.

At the door, she turned back one last time. "Enjoy your victory, Ravenna. But remember, war does not end with one battle. And I am very good at holding grudges."

"Have fun in your new life," Samantha chirped. "And be careful not to act wrongly anymore."

Before Selene could respond, Sam closed the door firmly in her face.

Then she immediately spun around and ran straight to the closet, flinging the doors open wide.

"Should I feel guilty about this?" I asked quietly from my bed.

Sam pulled out an armful of designer dresses. "Do not you dare feel guilty. You just saved a life. Darius's life. And you discovered Caleb's true intentions before he could hurt you worse."

She was silent for a while before she says, "She knows it was you."

"She suspects," I corrected. "But she cannot prove anything."

I watched as she started dividing the clothes into two piles on the floor. One for her and one for me.

"Stop sulking and come take your clothes," Sam ordered without looking up.

I stayed on the bed, staring blankly at the wall.

Sam sighed heavily and stopped sorting. "I think we should go to the club tonight."

"I am not interested."

"I was not asking," Sam replied firmly. "I am telling you. We are going to the club this evening. That is final."



A few hours later, we stood in front of the mirror checking ourselves. We both wore matching black crop tops, short black jeans, and high-heeled boots that reached our knees alongside a heavy makeup and deep red lipstick.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Ready."

I rode us out of the academy on my bike. The engine roared beneath us as we tore through the darkening streets towards the club.

The moment we stepped inside, the music swept us away. Bodies pressed together on the dance floor. Lights flashed overhead. The bass thumped through the floor and into our chests.

We had barely spent an hour dancing and drinking when a commotion erupted from the other side of the room.

"What is going on over there?" I shouted over the music.

"I do not know," Sam yelled back. "Should we check?"

"Yes. Come on."

We pushed through the crowd until we could see what was happening. Two men stood facing each other in the center of a growing circle. Both looked furious.

The man on the right jabbed his finger at the other. "Silverthorn are pieces of shit that should be erased from the supernatural world!"

The man on the left snarled back. "Mooncrest pack are full of betrayal! You never keep to your words! You are all liars!"

"Pack fight," Sam grabbed my arm. "This is a pack fight. We need to get out of here. Now."

But before we could move, another man from the back of the crowd yelled out. "Mooncrest! We should eliminate all the Silverthorn in this club tonight! Make them pay for what they did!"

Cheers erupted from one half of the crowd.

A loud crash cut through the noise. The man on the left had smashed a bottle against the bar and was now wielding the broken glass like a weapon. He lunged at the man on the right, who had already started to partially shift.

Fur sprouted across his arms. His teeth elongated into fangs and his eyes glowed dark blue. Then chaos broke out completely.

Wolves shifted on all sides. Some partially. Some fully. Bodies crashed into each other, claws slashed, teeth snapped and blood splattered across the floor.

"Raven!" Sam screamed.

I grabbed her hand tight. "Stop looking! We need to leave right now!"

But everywhere was jammed. Wolves blocked every path. Bodies pressed together in panic. The exit doors had been locked from the outside. Someone had trapped us all inside.

The noise grew louder. There howls from every corner, screams that pierced through the noise, the sounds of bones breaking and flesh tearing.

I looked around frantically, trying to find any way out. My vision started to blur. I felt like I was going to faint. Something tugged violently at my arm.

I spun around and saw Samantha being dragged backwards by a man with wild eyes and blood on his face. Instinct took over. I grabbed an empty bottle from a nearby table and slammed it down on the man's head as hard as I could.

Glass shattered. He released Sam with a howl of pain.

"I should not have brought us here!" Sam whimpered, clutching my arm. "We are going to die! We are actually going to die here!"

"Shut up!" I snapped. "Get a grip of yourself and help me find somewhere to hide!"

We ran for the stairs, dodging fighting wolves and fleeing humans. Bodies crashed into us from all sides. Someone's claws caught my shoulder but I kept running.

We reached the upper level and found it in no better shape than downstairs. There was more fighting, spilling of blood and chaos going up here.

"This way!" I pulled Sam down a corridor.

We turned a corner and found it fairly empty. Two girls lay on the floor, both cut open from stomach to chest. Blood pooled beneath them. Their eyes stared at nothing. They would not survive another few minutes.

"Try the doors," I told Sam, forcing myself to look away from the bodies. "Be careful."

Sam ran down the hallway, testing door handles. "Locked! Locked! This one too!"

"Keep trying!"

"Raven! This one is open!"

"Do not go in yet!" I shouted. "Wait for me!"

I spotted a gun lying near one of the dying girls. My hands shook as I picked it up. I checked the chamber. It was still loaded with bullets.

I walked to the open door where Sam waited and pushed it open slowly; the gun raised in front of me. The room was empty.

"Get inside. Quick."

We hurried in and I locked the door behind us.

"Help me move furniture," I ordered. "We need to block the door."

Together we dragged chairs and tables across the room and stacked them against the door. It would not stop a determined wolf, but it might slow them down.

When we finished, we slid down the wall to sit on the floor. Sam immediately started crying.

"We are going to die here," she sobbed. "We are going to die and no one will even find our bodies."

"Stop crying," I wrapped my arms around her. "We are going to be fine."

But inside, I was equally terrified. I had never seen wolves fight like this before. The violence. The blood. The complete loss of control. I was scared out of my mind.

"We need to be very quiet," I whispered against Sam's hair. "They will be checking all the rooms for anyone who has hidden. If they find us..."

I did not finish the sentence. We both knew what would happen if they found us.

Sam nodded against my shoulder.

Outside, the sounds continued. Fighting, howling, gunshots, glass breaking and people screaming. It felt like it would never end.

Hours passed. The sounds grew quieter but never stopped completely.

"Is it ever going to stop?" Sam whispered. "It has been hours since the fight broke out and they are still going."

"Shush," I tightened my arms around her. "Try to get some sleep. I will watch over us until morning."

"I cannot sleep. I am too scared."

"I know but try anyway. Close your eyes."

Sam's breathing gradually slowed as exhaustion overtook fear. I stayed awake, the gun in my lap, listening to every sound outside our door.

"It will all stop by morning," I promised quietly. "It has to stop by morning."

"If we survive this," Sam mumbled sleepily, "I promise we will never go out clubbing by ourselves again. Only when we are accompanied by males who can protect us."

"Agreed," I whispered.

But I was not sure we would survive until morning.