GoodNovelChapter 263
Chapter 263
Avax POV-
A feeling of déja vu slammed intolike a freight train, and suddenly, | was right back in the chef fur wordme
with Grayson. Only this time, it war worse.
Or maybe the chaos was equal.
The room had erupted into pure pandemonium. Cors were screaming, chairs screeched again the mahir Boer s
people shoved them aside in their desperate attempt to flee, and bewlies panded and stumted in all ti
My breath caught in my throat, my gaze locked onto the severed head lying miles on the slum is glasses les pa
staring into nothingness. The world aroundblurred, sound turning inne a doll roar as my mind struggled to
press. Int horror before me.
A sharp yank on my wrist wrenchedfrom my frozen state, and | stumbled forward. My feet barely caught up
with, movement before | felt Grayson’s strong grip pullingaway but the disorientation emily wezeneted.
My head snapped toward him, his face a mix of irritation and-was that the faintest flicker of ses grip was firm his
body tense as he draggedback from the altar, away from the grisly sight.
Somewhere in the madness, | barely registered Rickon doing the sto Isabella, his hand clumped around her
term as he tried to pull her in the opposite direction. But unlike me, Isabella wasn’t having it.
“What do you two think you are doing?” She snapped, yanking her arm free from Rickon’s grasp.
Rickon’s expression darkened, but before he could say anything, Isabella went on, her voice sharp enough to her
through the panic.
“First of all, a dead-Damien’s head just fell from the ceiling!” She gestured wildly toward the mode of the hall her
the laced with frustration, “And no one is even going to confirm if this isn’t selaborate ploy? You're telling
not even in danger
| blinked, my mind snapping into focus as her words settled.
She was right.
People were acting on instinct, but there was no immediate threat. Whoever had done this-whoever had suged
the already made their move.
The panic was the weapon now.
| turned to Grayson, who was already glancing at me, his jaw right. His gaze flicked to the severed head hing
moontes a the altar, then back to Rickon, and after a tense beat, he exhaled sharply. His hand uncured from
aroundwest.
Without hesitation, he swung into action, his voice cutting through the hysteria like a blade, Get control of the
situation” * ordered, turning to a group of warriors stationed near the far end of the hall. “Calm the guests, stop
anyone from leaving until we assess what's going on and have someone check the ceiling”
The warriors nodded and immediately moved, stepping into the chaos to bring sorder to the room. The
screaming dat already started to die down-fear and confusion slowly shifting into stunned murmins and hanne
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwhige
Then, to my utter surprise, Grayson turned back to me.
“Ava,” He said, his tone firm but measured, “can you check if it's really Damien?”
| stared at him, completely thrown. Just minutes ago, he had been pullingaway from the blood, from the
scene was askingto step closer?
1/4
14:42 Fri, 14 Mar 0
Chapter 263
He must have read my hesitation because he added, “You know him better than any of us and you are a Doctor.”
Recently | had forgotten that but it was true.
326
| swallowed hard, nodding slowly. My legs felt heavy as | moved forward, each step toward the altar weighed
down by something | couldn’t name. | didn’t even register Rickon following close behinduntil | heard Eliza's
voice, weak and
queasy
“This is going to be all over the news in minutes,” She muttered, her hand clamped over her mouth like she was
seconds away from losing the contents of her stomach.
Isabella let out an exasperated sigh, “Well, while you all do that. I'm going to go eat my cake and make sure my
family, thankfully who aren’t running like crazy people, are okay.”
Everyone turned to look at her.
She raised an eyebrow, flipping a stray curl over her shoulder, “What? It cannot go to waste just because the
universe decided to ruin my wedding.”
And with that, she turned on her heel and marched toward the dessert table like a woman on a mission.
Rickon ran a hand down his face but | caught him smile, “Unbelievable.”
My focus went back to the head and I exhaled slowly and took the final step forward then | crouched lower, my
heart hammering in my chest as my fingers hesitated just above the severed head. The world aroundfaded,
the murmurs, the shuffling feet, even the weight of Grayson’s gaze-it all dulled into the background.
My breath felt trapped in my lungs as | finally touched the cold, clammy skin.
The moment my fingers brushed against it, a chill ran down my spine.
Damien.
It was real. He was real.
And he was dead.
A sharp gasp slipped from my lips as the realization hitlike a freight train. This wasn’t strick, some
carefully staged illusion-this was Damien's actual head, severed from his body, lifeless and cold.
| turned quickly, the words forming in my throat, ready to tell Grayson, but before | could the lights went out.
Pitch black and the chaos immediately doubled over.
My body tensed, and | instinctively rose to my feet, my hand pressing protectively over my stomach as my pulse
skyrocketed, “Grayson?”
| barely had a second to register the sound of something crashing against the wall before hands gripped my
arms. Firm, steady.
“Use your werewolf senses,” he said, his voice low but commanding, right against my ear.
His words clicked instantly.
| exhaled sharply, letting instinct take over. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, her presence surging to the surface,
and the moment my eyes adjusted...
I saw.
2/4
14:42 Fri, 14 Mar w
Chapter 263
52%
Shapes formed in the darkness, blurred at first but sharpening within seconds. The room wasn’t just chaotic-it
was worse. People weren't just running blindly in fear anymore.
They were running from something.
My breath caught. Shadows moved-fast. Too fast to be human.
| caught flashes of figures darting through the crowd, something hunting.
“What-what is happening?” | asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Grayson’s grip ontightened, ” don’t know, but we need to get you out of here.”
| turned sharply, my eyes scanning the darkened hall, “Isabella-"
But she was already moving. | caught sight of her rushing from the dessert table, her white wedding dress
flowing behind her, heading straight for Rickon. The moment we reached them, her voice cut through the
madness.
“Okay, | stand corrected. Now we really need to get out of here. My folks will stick together and find their way
out.”
45
Grayson didn’t hesitate. His grip tightened around my wrist, and in the next breath, he was pullingtoward
the nearest door. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as | focused on moving, on keeping up with Grayson as he
navigated us through the
chaos.
We burst into the corridor, and we kept moving until we stepped outside. Thr full scale of the disaster became
clear. People were everywhere, pushing and shoving, desperate to escape. Warriors had formed barriers,
blocking the main paths, trying to control the mass of panicked guests, but the crowd was relentless. Fear had
taken over.
He turned tothen, his expression unreadable. “You need to leave.”
I blinked, “What?”
“There's another house. | need you there. Safe.” His voice was firm, his tone brooking no argument.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmA sharp pang shot through my chest, “No. | just got you back, Grayson. I'm not leaving you-"
His hands framed my face, cutting off my words before | could fight harder. His eyes, dark and intense, locked
onto mine. “I promise you, I'll be fine. But | need to find out what's happening, and | can’t do that if I'm worried
about you.”
My throat tightened, but before | could say anything else, he was already moving again, pullingtoward one
of his cars. | turned, scanning the chaos, Isabella-"
“Rickon will take care of her,” He said. “And I'll make sure Eliza is safe. But you are my focus right now,” He
looked at my stomach, “You all her.”
Then, before | could argue, his lips crashed against mine. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was fierce, urgent-like
he was sealing a promise with every second of contact.
By the the pulled away, my head was spinning, my heart pounding for an entirely different son.
Grayson opened the car door, guidinginside. | turned back one last time, unwilling to let go of his presence,
but before | could say anything else-before | could make him promiseagain-someone slipped into the
driver's seat.
The engine roared to life.
Grayson barely glanced at the driver, You know where to go.”
With that, he shut the door.
3/4
Chapter 263
The car lurched forward—not toward the main entrance, but in the opposite direction, down a back road hidden
from the chaos. My gaze remained locked on Grayson through the window, his figure growing smaller as we sped
away.
Then-click.
The doors locked.
A breath of unease crawled up my spine.
And then the driver spoke and it was a voice | knew too well, a voice | had dreaded then hated hearing. “I see
you all got my message.” He drawled, smooth, taunting. “But you know what, Ava? My uncle's death was just the
start of it. The real fun is about to begin.”
4/4
word
word
mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1
mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1
mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1
mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1
mmMwWL1i10f1ifl0&1
mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
