Vengeance 43

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Chapter 43

Passing through the crowd, Benedetta and Spencer arrive breathless at the scene where Evelyn’s terrified screams had erupted. Their hearts plummet as they take in the horrifying sight before them. A masked figure stands menacingly on a speedboat, the night’s darkness shrouding their form. Matt lies unconscious on the dock, a small, crumpled heap, while on the boat, Dawn, Bryan, and Scarlet are sprawled out, equally unconscious and utterly vulnerable.

“I’m sorry! Within a blink, this person-” Evelyn’s voice trembles as she tries to explain, her face streaked with tears.

“Don’t cry! I’ll kill that bastard!” Spencer growls, his voice a low rumble of fury as he begins to transform, his body quivering with the urge to shift into his wolf form. But just as his bones begin to snap and rearrange, Evelyn throws herself in front of him, grabbing his arm.

“Spencer, stop! This person… they’re a mage or a witch. There’s an anti–barrier spell around them. The security system is here, but-!” Her voice breaks as she bursts into tears again, feeling the overwhelming helplessness of the situation.

Spencer’s eyes narrow at the masked figure, who watches them with a wicked smile, a dark amusement dancing in their eyes. “I will protect them no matter what! Don’t worry!” he vows, his voice a raw promise. His gaze shifts to Benedetta, who stands eerily silent beside him. His hand instinctively reaches up to his neck, trailing his fingers along the invisible line he knows so well. But then his heart skips a beat–he can’t feel it. The line is gone.

The masked figure’s sneer deepens. “You can’t do anything, Alpha Spencer,” they taunt, their voice slithering into his mind like a serpent, sending a chill down his spine.

“Why are you here?” Spencer forces out, trying to steady himself, though dread pools in his stomach.

“I heard these kids are so important to you,” the figure continues, their voice dripping with malice. “What is important to you will be destroyed–one way or another. Don’t you think?”

Spencer’s eyes flick to Benedetta, standing silently, her expression unreadable. She can’t hear their mind–linked conversation, but he knows the danger is real. Without hesitation, he positions himself protectively in front of her. “We are no longer a couple. Let her kids go!” he pleads, desperation seeping into his voice.

The figure chuckles darkly, “Oh my! Are you scared, Alpha Spencer? Then fight me. Or perhaps…” They grab Scarlet, holding the small, unconscious girl dangerously close to the edge of the boat, her tiny form dangling above the ominous ocean waves. “What about killing her first? She looks just like you, Alpha Spencer!”

“Damn it! Stop!” Spencer tries to lunge forward, but his legs buckle under him as if bound by invisible chains. He looks down in horror, realizing the magic has paralyzed him.

“Pfft. You’re so weak. I think that line around your neck is working pretty well. Your mother–what a bitch–trying to keep her son caged by a simple line. Pathetic, aren’t you?”

“Let

go of her!” Spencer roars, his voice raw with anguish.

“Her?” the figure mocks, their voice laced with sadistic glee. “No, she’s going to be my plaything as soon as she-

“Your plaything?” The chilling voice that interrupts the figure is not Spencer’s. It’s Benedetta’s, sharp and filled with a cold, terrifying power. Both Spencer and the masked figure freeze, startled by the intrusion.

Spencer’s head snaps toward Benedetta, his eyes widening in shock. She’s staring directly at the masked figure, her hazel- greeneyes shifting before his very eyes, turning a deep, unsettling purple–red. The transformation is otherworldly.

“I didn’t know my daughter was your plaything,” Benedetta says with a wicked smile, her voice thick with a dangerous calm. Before anyone can react, she leaps from the dock and lands effortlessly on the boat.

“Benedetta!!!” Evelyn and Spencer shout in unison, their voices echoing in the stillness of the night.

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The crowd that had gathered is suddenly frozen in time, every movement halted as if the world itself has come to a standstill.

“What’s going on?” Evelyn asks, her voice trembling as she looks around in confusion.

Benedetta stands tall on the boat, her long hair billowing in the wind as she throws it back, exuding an aura of sheer power. “I gave birth to them, I raised them, and now they’ve become your playthings? Pfft… How funny!” She laughs, a sound that is anything but humorous as it reverberates through the night.

The masked figure takes a step back, visibly shaken. “What… How did you break the barrier? Who… who are you?”

“Who am I?” Benedetta echoes, her laugh turning into something chilling, almost maniacal. She steps forward, each footfall sending waves of darkness rippling out from her, the pressure of her aura growing with every moment. Her eyes glow blood–red, with a flicker of purple–a deadly combination of beauty and terror. “I am their mother. And you should never dare to mess with a mother.”

The figure stumbles, their voice trembling with fear. “What immense pressure! Who is she? She doesn’t look like the woman Spencer married before! Damn! What’s with this black aura around her legs!? Dark magic? Dark elf? No… She can’t be one of them. I can smell–something familiar, but she’s not… What is she?”

Benedetta’s chuckle is dark, echoing his whispered fears. “Blood of Hell!” she whispers, her eyes narrowing with lethal

intent.

A heart–stopping scream pierces the night as a torrent of boiling red water materializes from nowhere, slashing across the masked figure’s body. The scream is cut short as the figure stumbles, writhing in pain. In an instant, Benedetta’s eyes flick to the children, and with a mere thought, she teleports them safely back to the dock where they originally stood.

“What… What is this? You… you bitch! What did you do?” The figure’s voice is frantic, their composure shattered as they struggle to open a portal.

Except for wars and emergencies, the wolf world has long abandoned the use of their powers in public, making this act a grievous crime. Benedetta knows she should apprehend the figure, but before she can make a move, they float into the air, looking down at her with a mixture of fear and anger.

“Fine. I’ll let you go this time. Let’s see how long you can survive after making me your enemy!” With those final words, the figure disappears into the portal, vanishing into the night.

Benedetta watches them go, her body trembling from the immense power she’s just wielded. She turns to look at Spencer and Evelyn, who stand untouched by her magic, their expressions filled with confusion and awe.

“Benedetta! What just happened?” Spencer begins to ask, but she fixes him with a piercing gaze, her eyes flashing dangerously. In a swift motion, she manipulates his memories, erasing the terrifying events from his mind. Evelyn, who had been about to ask the same question, also finds her memories altered under Benedetta’s intense gaze.

When the world resumes its normal flow, Benedetta feels her strength leave her. She collapses onto the boat, the adrenaline draining away to reveal the exhaustion beneath. The strong winds and crashing waves seem to mock her as she sits there, feeling more alone than ever.

She thought everyone had left, their memories wiped clean. But then she notices a presence a wolf appearing silently before her, its eyes full of concern.

“Spencer…” she whispers weakly, recognizing him even in his wolf form.

Spencer’s wolf licks her cheek gently, then lowers its head, pressing its forehead against hers in a comforting gesture.

“Getting on your back?” Benedetta asks, her voice barely audible tinged with both exhaustion and relief.

The wolf nods, and she tries to summon the energy to manipulate his memory once more, just to be sure. But before she can channel her power again, her body gives in, and she collapses onto his back, unconscious from the strain of using magic

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she never fully understood.

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Meanwhile, a shadowy figure watches from the second floor, their eyes gleaming with malevolent intent. An evil smirk curls on the man’s lips as he turns to the woman standing beside him. “We found her. The last heir of the Silver Wolf.”

The woman, unfazed, continues trimming her nails, blowing on them nonchalantly. “It’s not a good thing, you know,” she says in a bored tone. “We must get rid of her before it’s too late.”