The Vampire's Luna

Chapter 201: I Didn’t Know Either

"Go on. The king is in his bedroom," she added, voice cold but her posture unwavering.

Talon nodded with respectful silence and stepped forward.

When he opened the doors of the king’s chambers, he was greeted by Kyllian’s presence.

"Talon!!!" The king’s voice was thunderous with surprise, and he turned away from the desk. His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, his usually stoic features breaking into a grin. With unguarded joy, he strode across the room and wrapped Talon in a tight embrace. "I didn’t know you were coming."

"I didn’t know either," Talon said as they stepped apart. "But King Damien sent me on an assignment that I thought you would like to know about."

"What is it?"

"I think you may be right to be wary. I was sent to the sorcerer to retrieve this."

Talon reached into the pocket of his coat and produced a small object. As he unwrapped it, the gleam of a whistle caught the light.

"Morvakar?" Kyllian asked.

"Yes."

Talon met his king’s gaze squarely.

"What does it do?"

"He says to give it to the queen. And whenever all hope is lost... to blow on it...That tells me someone is out to get her."

"Lord Gabriel," Kyllian said grimly, his jaw tightening.

"I don’t know honestly," Talon admitted, his brows drawn. "But I’ve made a few friends in Blood Castle. And well... they’re divided."

He stepped closer. "It’s a battle of bloodlines. The true bloods... and the turned. Some are with Gabriel, and some are with Damien. Even within the royal guard, the tension is like a taut wire. Everyone is waiting for someone to cut it."

Kyllian cursed softly under his breath. "Throw in a werewolf queen..." he sighed, dragging a hand through his hair.

It was chaos waiting to combust—vampire politics were already delicate, but the presence of a werewolf queen had tipped the scales entirely. To some of the pure-bloods, she was an abomination. To the turned, she was proof that power could shift. To the council? She was still a question mark.

"She’s earning their respect," Talon said quietly, almost with awe. "They think she’s strong enough to rule. But like I said... still divided."

Kyllian nodded slowly, his mind racing. He knew Luna—strong, fierce, loyal—but she was still a target. Still vulnerable. And if Morvakar had given her that whistle... then things were darker than anyone had admitted.

"If you get even a whiff of trouble, Talon," Kyllian said. "Get her here. Even if you have to kidnap her."

"Kidnap the Queen of Blood City."

Talon raised a brow, the corner of his mouth lifting into a grim smirk. His eyes locked with Kyllian’s, silently calculating what the king wasn’t saying. To touch Luna—even in protection—was to risk war.

"Try, please, Talon. Please."

He turned away to mask the turmoil tightening his chest. The light danced over his shoulder, throwing long shadows across the floor as he exhaled.

"It’s a suicide mission," Talon finally said.

"I know," Kyllian said with a bitter chuckle, rubbing a hand over his face. "While you are at it, pay someone to get information on Gabriel."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Talon bowed his head with grim respect. Orders accepted. Life expectancy uncertain.

Just outside the king’s bedroom door, his wife leaned against it, listening in.

Her breath was shallow, her hand pressed flat against the wood. The fact that her husband still loved that woman enough to risk kingdoms for her safety tore at her.

She stood straight, her mind a whirlwind of rage.

*****

Veyron was driving the truck back from the human territory, smuggling the illegally procured blood for the Queen and the unborn heir through the back boundary of Blood City where he had ensured the scouts on his payroll were on duty.

The road was long and lined with ancient trees. Veyron drove in silence, the low rumble of the engine the only sound. He couldn’t shake the unease in his gut.

The Queen was almost due and this abomination would come to an end.

But as he approached the boundary and the lights from the lighthouse flashed, he knew something was wrong.

The sweeping beam of light caught the truck at a strange angle, illuminating the outline of figures standing at the checkpoint. Something was off.

He slowed the truck, sweat sliding down his spine.

The truck was flagged down and he pulled the truck to a stop, then realised none of the scouts on duty were the ones he knew.

He realised too late he had driven into a trap.

He rolled down the windshield slowly. The old truck gave a soft groan as Veyron leaned out of the window.

"Hello there."

The scout that approached him blinked as he recognized the driver. For a second, his rigid stance faltered.

"Sage Veyron," the man said, stepping slightly closer. "We didn’t know it was you."

Veyron gave him a tight smile. "Just bringing in a few items for a party I’m having next week."

That earned a barking laugh from the scout.

"You? A party?" he asked. noveldrama

"Really."

"You’re not kidding...The biggest recluse in Blood City."

"I’ll take that as a compliment...I do have to get home on time to get some sleep," he added.

"We just have to do a quick check of the vehicle," the scout said, tapping the side of the truck lightly, a hollow sound echoing back. "Maybe take some of those party goodies if you’ll let us."

Veyron gritted his teeth behind a smirk.

"Ughhhh... then I’ll have to unpack and pack again," he groaned with just enough theatrics. "Can’t you just wave me through?"

He knew he was pushing. He also knew he didn’t have much choice.

The scout tilted his head and grinned. "For you, Sage Veyron, I would," he said, almost regretfully. "But we were warned to be on high alert...We got weird information about someone smuggling illegal blood in. Left to me, I wouldn’t take the source seriously. He’s an attention whore."

That was interesting. Veyron’s ears perked at that. He masked it behind a chuckle, nodding in camaraderie. "Aren’t they always?"