Meanwhile, far from the college, Elijah Simons stood before his men inside a large, abandoned warehouse.
"We launched our last attack on the Gilberts, and though it wasn’t a complete success, we’ve learned from our mistakes," Elijah said, his voice filled with fury and pride. "This time, we’ll be more brutal—and more strategic."
He paced in front of them, eyes blazing. "We’ll make a loud entrance. An explosion at the front gate. Chaos. Fire. Panic. But while they focus on that, our real strike comes from the back."
One of the men, Alexander, raised his hand. "Boss, why the back? Why not take them head-on?"
"The front is a distraction," Elijah snapped. "I don’t want the Alpha and Gilbert dead. Not yet. I want them alive. Captured. Humiliated. That’s how I’ll send a message that I’m the power they should all fear."
noveldrama Another soldier spoke up. "And the rest of their family?"
Elijah’s eyes gleamed with cruelty. "Once I have what I want, we’ll kill them. Publicly. Let everyone witness their end. It’ll be a warning to any fool thinking of rebelling."
He stood tall, pride filling his chest.
"I will become the most feared Alpha this land has ever known," Elijah Simons declared, his voice echoing through the warehouse as his men roared in approval...