My Sister Stole My Mate, And I Let Her Chapter 467 ONE MONSTER DOWN

SERAPHINA’S POV

Thirty-seven hours was all Jack managed to hold out.

I could hardly find myself surprised by his impatience.

The kind of men that Jack Draven represented had no capacity for quiet endurance of humiliation. Enduring loss was within their grasp. Setbacks could be tolerated. Even pain was bearable, especially if it provided an outlet for their rage.

But to be publicly cornered? To be named, exposed, and utterly abandoned by the very chaos he himself had attempted to wield?

That was an entirely different matter.

When the initial perimeter alarm ripped through Nightfang’s command center, I fought the urge to burst into laughter.

I stood next to Kieran, our attention focused on a table laden with route maps, surveillance intel, and troop deployments, when the piercing sound sliced through the room.

Instantly, every conversation ceased.

Maya froze, her hand hovering over her headset. Corin’s head snapped up from the tactical display. Ethan’s eyes across the table became sharp and alert.

Kieran remained perfectly still for a brief half-second.

Then his eyes met mine, and an unspoken exchange passed between us.

*‘It’s here.’*

“Location,” Kieran’s voice boomed, resonating throughout the command center.

Gavin’s voice responded through the speaker system, his tone calm yet laced with an undeniable urgency. “Eastern industrial corridor. Three distinct groups are approaching from various access points. Primarily rogues, all armed. Their objective appears to be dividing our response forces.”

“Report the numbers.”

“Initial count was forty-eight,” Maya stated from the surveillance station, her fingers a blur across the keyboard. “Wait, correction—sixty-two. They’re employing scent blockers and generating false heat signatures.”

“They are trying to sow confusion,” Ethan commented darkly.

Kieran’s jaw tightened. “Then we shall disappoint them.”

The command center erupted into swift, purposeful action.

There was no trace of panic.

No unnecessary shouting.

Only a rapid, efficient movement as everyone seamlessly transitioned into their pre-rehearsed positions, fully expecting Jack’s arrival.

He must have genuinely believed his surprise offensive would shatter our coalition before we could fully solidify our alliances.

Instead, he was walking directly into the meticulously laid trap we had prepared for him.

I pushed away from the table, my pulse quickening, a familiar silver warmth beginning to stir beneath my skin.

“I’m heading to the eastern perimeter.”

Kieran’s hand closed around mine before I could take a single step.

His gaze was fixed on mine with intense urgency, his gold irises already bleeding through the darkness—a silent plea, thick with fear and deep affection.

“Be safe.”

I raised our joined hands and placed a gentle kiss upon the back of his knuckles.

“You too.”

“If Jack is present—”

“I understand,” I replied softly.

We absolutely needed him alive.

For the crucial evidence he held. For the names he knew. For the routes he commanded. For every single detail Catherine and Marcus had painstakingly concealed behind layers of brutal violence and profound fear.

Kieran’s jaw clenched once.

Then, he released my hand.

The night air outside pressed in, heavy with oppressive heat and the acrid smell of smoke, each inhalation searing my lungs, every shadow intensified by the palpable scent of impending conflict.

Los Angeles lay sprawled beyond Nightfang’s securely controlled territory, a distant, glittering expanse of urban lights. But here, in the vicinity of the eastern industrial corridor, the world had drastically contracted to mere concrete, decaying warehouses, stark chain-link fences, and the sharp, metallic tang of violence poised to erupt.

The initial assault struck before I even reached the forward defensive line.

Rogues swarmed out from between deserted loading bays, moving with aggressive speed under the cover of dense smoke bombs and wolfsbane-infused irritants.

Their formation, while somewhat ragged, was not entirely disorganized. They had clearly been drilled sufficiently to attack in successive waves.

Unfortunately for them, our training had been far more rigorous.

“Left flank, maintain your position,” Kieran’s voice commanded through the speakers, his tone steady enough to pierce the escalating chaos.

“Frostbane, Shadowmoon, secure the southern breach. Seabreeze, Bloodspire, neutralize the trailing units. Nightfang, advance on my signal.”

The allied forces responded with chilling, brutal precision, locking into their designated roles.

The Frostbane and Shadowmoon wolves launched themselves at the southern attackers, overwhelming them before they could breach the hastily erected barricade.

Seabreeze and Bloodspire combatants, lithe and swift, moved like liquid through the thick smoke, expertly deploying nets saturated with the neutralizing compounds Alois had meticulously prepared, effectively cutting off all escape routes.

The Nightfang warriors held the central position, exhibiting unwavering discipline, effectively funneling the rogue attackers into narrower pathways where their numerical advantage became significantly diminished.

I raised my hand.

A controlled surge of silver power emanated from me, sweeping towards the first cluster of assailing rogues.

My consciousness brushed against theirs, sensing their raw fear, their burning rage, and the echoes of repeated orders that had transformed into sheer instinct.

Jack’s voice resonated in their minds, a promise of survival through brutal violence.

My power intensified.

*Sleep.*

The command struck with absolute clarity.

A dozen rogues immediately collapsed onto the cold pavement, falling inert before they could even reach our front lines.

Then, a distinct force pushed back.

A formidable psychic barrier materialized across the battlefield, unseen yet undeniably potent, intercepting my next wave of power and shattering it into fragments before it could reach its intended targets.

A sharp pain flared behind my eyes, causing me to stagger back half a step.

Corin materialized beside me instantly, his familiar scent of sea salt and citrus cutting through the choking smoke and the coppery smell of blood.

“There,” he stated, his gaze fixed intently on the roof of the north warehouse. “It’s not a single psychic. It’s a team.”

I followed the direction of his pointed gaze.

Initially, there was nothing to perceive.

Then, my perception shifted away from my eyes.

There—figures were stationed along the rooftop, each occupying a distinct position around a dimly shimmering sigil array.

Five of them in total.

Their hand movements were synchronized flawlessly. Their combined psychic pressure became like interlaced blades.

“Jack has brought in specialists,” I commented under my breath.

Corin’s expression grew grim. “There are at least two Dominators among them.”

Another surge of pressure bore down on us.

Corin raised his hand, and the very air seemed to bend.

His psychic shield met their assault with a profound, silent impact that caused the ground beneath my boots to vibrate.

“They are interfering with targeting,” he stated through gritted teeth. “Every time you attempt to extend your reach, they fracture the path and disrupt the command.”

“Then I shall refine my approach.”

I advanced once more, this time shaping my power into a fine thread rather than a broad wave.

The silver thread shot across the battlefield toward the nearest psychic on the rooftop.

For a single moment, it was effective.

Then, the entire unit adjusted their tactics.

One shielded their position.

Two redirected the assault.

Two amplified their own power.

The thread splintered mere inches from its intended target, recoiling with such violent force that my vision turned white, and agony ripped through my skull.

I could feel Kieran’s rage radiating intensely from across the field.

“Sera!”

“I’m alright!” I managed to force out.

I was not alright. My hands trembled, and I could detect the metallic taste of blood at the back of my throat.

Nevertheless, I remained standing, and that was sufficient.

Amidst the unfolding chaos, a new focus cut through the confusion. Across the expanse of the battlefield, Jack finally emerged.

He appeared from the swirling smoke near the central access road, flanked by heavily armed rogues and sporting a grin that could be described as cuttingly sharp.

Even from such a distance, I perceived the sheer hatred radiating from him as his gaze locked onto mine.

“There you are!” he bellowed, his voice cutting through the din of the battle. “The self-righteous little Luna.”

Kieran let out a growl. Power surged from him in a dark, deadly wave, an effect that was felt by every wolf in the vicinity.

Jack’s grin widened, yet an underlying tension was detectable.

“You should have remained silent, Seraphina!” Jack taunted. “You should have allowed the world to descend into the chaos it was destined for.”

I took a step forward, disregarding Corin’s restraining hand on my arm.

“The world was burning because individuals like you continuously ignited the flames, then blamed the resulting smoke on everyone else.”

Jack’s countenance contorted, his focus narrowing on me with such intensity that he momentarily forgot the battlefield extended beyond his personal vendetta.

The rooftop psychics shifted in tandem with his focus, their synchronized movements intensifying around his position as if shielding his rage had become an integral part of their tactical formation.

I sensed Kieran’s movement before I visually registered it.

One moment, Kieran was positioned at the forefront of the line, his eyes golden and exuding lethal intent.

The next instant, Ashar, immense and golden, erupted into the night.

The very ground seemed to recoil beneath Ashar’s powerful paws as he launched himself through the fractured central lane, moving with such blinding speed that even Jack’s guards reacted far too late.

The psychic team perceived the sudden shift and attempted to alter their focus.

Corin offered a cold smile.

“My turn.”

His power surged upward like a relentless tide.

Concurrently, I channeled every iota of my strength into a single silver burst—directed not at the rogues, nor at Jack, but precisely at the space between the rooftop psychics, thereby disrupting the harmonized rhythm that bound them together.

Their flawless synchronization faltered for the briefest of moments.

But a fleeting moment was all Ashar required.

Jack turned, but his reaction was too late.

Ashar struck his guards first, scattering them like debris caught in a violent storm. One rogue collided with a truck with enough force to visibly dent the door.

Another was immediately subdued by Nightfang restraints before he could even regain his footing.

Jack initiated a partial shift, his claws extending as he lunged forward.

Ashar absorbed the brunt of the blow across his shoulder but showed no sign of slowing.

With a guttural snarl that reverberated across the entire field, he drove Jack forcefully into the pavement.

Jack fought with the ferocity of a cornered animal, unleashing a barrage of teeth, claws, and desperate attacks, but Kieran’s wolf was clearly not fighting with the intent to kill.

Every movement was deliberate and calculated.

Each strike served to incapacitate.

Every bite was aimed at restraint.

Every ounce of violence was directed towards achieving control.

I hurried towards their position as allied wolves swiftly closed the remaining distance around us.

The rooftop psychics attempted one final coordinated effort. Their combined pressure coalesced overhead, appearing jagged and unstable now.

I raised both my hands.

“No.”

Silver light exploded outwards from me.

The psychic assault above the battlefield shattered like delicate glass illuminated by moonlight.

When silence finally descended, it did so in fragmented pieces.

The last rogue was forced onto his knees.

The final weapon was kicked away.

The rooftop psychics were bound securely under Corin’s overwhelming psychic pressure.

And Jack Draven lay pinned beneath Ashar’s immense paw, battered and seething with fury.

Kieran slowly shifted back to his human form, one hand firmly gripping Jack’s throat as silver restraints materialized and snapped into place around his wrists.

Jack spat blood onto the cracked pavement and let out a chilling laugh.

“You genuinely believe this concludes with my defeat?”

I crouched down before him, close enough to observe the sheer madness blazing within his eyes. Behind me, Kieran’s comforting yet lethal presence settled against my back.

“No,” I replied softly. “I believe this is merely the beginning, commencing with you.”

For the first time since the onslaught commenced, the proud demeanor on Jack’s countenance faltered.

With the debris clearing and our allied forces advancing to pacify the surrounding terrain, I directed a triumphant smile towards Jack Draven—now apprehended and stripped of any protection.

One adversary vanquished, merely two remain.