The Night Blackridge Moved
The Safehouse Breach (Urban District, Near Human Settlement)
The first sign was the howl of an Omega.
Then—gunfire.
A hidden F4 safehouse, disguised as a normal apartment complex, exploded from the inside. Reinforced doors burst open, metal locks twisted and mangled like they had been torn apart by something inhuman.
The scent of burnt silver filled the air. A trap.
F4 enforcers barely had time to react before dark-cloaked figures poured in.
Blackridge.
They didn't hesitate.
Omegas screamed. Some ran toward secret exits—only to be pulled back. Others fought, instincts kicking in. It didn't matter.
A Blackridge Alpha grabbed a struggling Omega, his fangs grazing the side of their throat. Possession.
By the time the backup team arrived, the building was empty.
Except for the scent of fear and blood.
---
A High-End Omega Shelter (Business District, Near F4's Influence Zone)
A high-end shelter, protected under F4's name, was considered untouchable.
Tonight, it was a target.
Security cameras cut out at exactly 11:32 PM.
The first sign of an attack was when the lights flickered.
Then—the scent of something wrong.
The guards barely had time to shift before silver-laced darts embedded into their necks.
Paralysis poison.
Three minutes. That's all it took for Blackridge to infiltrate.
The Omegas inside weren't fighters. They weren't part of the war. They were just trying to survive.
And yet—
The ones that didn't submit were dragged away.
The ones that did were left in terror.
Not a single Alpha had been killed.
They didn't need to kill.
Tonight wasn't about a body count.
Tonight was about taking.
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A Trading Hub (Warehouse District, Near the Pack Borders)
This wasn't just a raid.
It was a message.
A large-scale trading hub controlled by F4's business branch suddenly erupted into fire.
Silver-laced flames burned through cargo, weapons, and supplies.
When F4 warriors arrived, they weren't met with a battlefield.
They were met with a mass execution.
Blackridge Alphas stood amidst collapsing structures, watching.
They didn't run. They didn't hide.
They had already won.
Omegas were missing.
And in their place—a single Blackridge sigil, burned into the ground.
Claiming their prize.
---
By the time dawn broke over the city, F4 was already reeling.
Three major locations.
Countless Omegas missing.
And one brutal fact—
Blackridge had taken the first move.
And if F4 didn't act fast—
They wouldn't stop.
-----
The war room was in chaos.
Holographic maps flickered across the table, red markers multiplying as reports flooded in. Three locations destroyed. Dozens of Omegas missing. Warriors dead or wounded.
The scent of blood and fear clung to the air.
F4 was bleeding out.
Nani's father, the head of F4, stood at the center.
His usual calm, calculating demeanor was gone.
"Half our warriors are down." Prayuth's voice was tightly controlled, but the fury beneath it was bare. His fists clenched against the table. "We can't afford another attack."
"It's not just an attack," Waranon countered, his voice like gravel and steel. "This was an invasion." He exhaled sharply. "They took our Omegas. They're sending a message."
A heavy, stifling silence.
Omegas weren't just pack members.
They were family. They were the heart of F4's strength in both the supernatural and human world.
And now—
They were being hunted.
Nani's hands trembled.
His sharp eyes scanned the reports, picking out the names of the missing.
Names he knew.
Aei. Ton. Way.
Some were friends. Some were practically siblings. Some were just young Omegas trying to live their lives.
And now they were gone.
A sharp, twisting pain coiled in his chest, burning hot and hollow.
This wasn't war.
This was slaughter.
This was human trafficking.
A cold realization settled deep in his bones.
Blackridge wasn't just taking control. They were claiming their people like property.
His nails dug into his palms. His pulse was too fast, too loud. His wolf snarled beneath his skin, restless, raging.
His throat tightened.
His breath was too sharp.
The walls of the war room felt like they were closing in.
"We have to go after them."
The words snapped out of him before he could stop them. Sharp. Absolute.
Pond, Dew, and Win stiffened.
Not because they disagreed.
Because they felt it too.
But—
"We can't just run into this," Win said, his voice steady but firm. "Not without knowing what we're walking into."
Nani's head whipped toward him.
"We don't have time!"
His voice cracked.
He didn't care.
They didn't have time.
Dew leaned forward, his fingers tapping against the table, but his usual cool sarcasm was gone. What was left was cold, hard logic.
"And what's your plan?" His voice was low, controlled. "Run in blind? Get more of our people killed?"
The words hit like a blade.
Nani's stomach twisted.
He hated it.
Hated that Dew was right.
Because this wasn't just war.
It was a trap.
And F4 was already losing.
His father finally spoke.
His voice was low, measured—but behind it was a weight that even he couldn't hide.
"We've built an empire in both worlds."
A pause.
"But we were never meant for high-risk war."
The words settled like lead.
F4 wasn't weak.
But they weren't built for this.
They had warriors, but their strength had always been strategy, influence, control.
And right now— that wasn't enough.
For the first time, they had to set aside pride.
For the first time, they had to admit they weren't strong enough alone.
"Call Wongravee."
Nani's father's voice was final. Unshaken.
"Tell him we're ready to negotiate for Stormveil's full involvement."
The war room went silent.
Nani exhaled.
For the first time, he wasn't just the heir of F4.
He was an Omega watching his people get stolen.
And right now—
Sky Wongravee was the only one who could help bring them back.
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Stormveil Territory
The Stormveil border had been uneasy for days.
Patrols ran longer. Scouts moved in shifts, never resting. The air was thick with tension, the kind that made even the wild animals restless.
And tonight—they caught something.
Lyra crouched over the captured rogue, her golden eyes glinting under the moonlight.
He was dirty, bloody, and shaking—but not from fear.
From knowing he was caught.
Stormveil didn't take kindly to spies.
Her scouts stood around them, their presence unspoken threats, their wolves looming in the darkness.
"Start talking." Lyra's voice was calm—too calm.
The rogue spat blood onto the dirt. "Fuck you."
Lyra sighed, rubbing her temple.
"Alright. Your choice."
She nodded once—and in an instant, claws buried into his shoulder.
The rogue screamed.
Not enough to kill. Just enough to hurt.
She gave him a moment, let the pain sink in.
Then she leaned in, voice silky, deadly.
"Blackridge sent you."
The rogue froze.
A beat of silence.
Got you.
Lyra smirked.
"They're moving, aren't they?"
His breathing turned shallow. He wasn't just afraid—he was terrified.
Lyra's smile faded.
Stormveil had been neutral, playing by watching and waiting. But if Blackridge was making moves this bold…
Stormveil wouldn't have that luxury for long.
She needed to inform Sky.
But first—
She crouched lower, eyes gleaming. "Now, why don't you tell me everything you know?"
---
Thorne was furious.
The Midnight Sapphire envoy barely made it to Stormveil's borders before collapsing from exhaustion and wounds.
Thorne caught him before he hit the ground.
"What happened?" he growled.
The envoy—one of their best trackers—coughed, blood trickling down his chin.
"Blackridge—broke the deal."
Thorne's grip tightened.
"What do you mean?"
The tracker's breath shuddered. "They… took our Omegas."
Silence.
Thorne's vision darkened.
Midnight Sapphire had paid for neutrality, striking a fragile deal with Blackridge to avoid war.
And now—it was worth nothing.
Blackridge had crossed a line they couldn't take back.
Thorne lifted the envoy carefully, his expression turning to cold steel.
"Get him to the healers." His voice was clipped, sharp. "I'll inform Sky."
His second-in-command hesitated. "What do we do?"
Thorne's eyes flashed.
"What we should've done from the start."
His wolf growled beneath his skin.
"We prepare for war."
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Stormveil War Room
The room was tense.
A heavy silence stretched between them as the latest reports settled in.
Missing Omegas.
Not just from F4. Not just from Midnight Sapphire.
Silvercrest. Onyx Moon.
The names of those taken burned into Sky's mind, the weight of them pressing down like a vice.
Omegas weren't just part of the pack. They were the future. The lifeline.
And now—they were targets.
Sky exhaled slowly, pressing his fingers against the edge of the war table.
"F4 lost more than half their warriors." Fort's voice was level, but the implication was clear. "They can't hold their borders. If Blackridge pushes again, they'll fall."
No one spoke.
They all knew what that meant.
F4 wasn't just facing an attack. They were facing destruction.
Sky's gaze flickered across the room. Bright, Phuwin, Thorne, Fort. Each one waiting for his next move.
"What about our borders?" Sky asked, measured.
"Secure." Lyra leaned back against the wall, arms crossed. "We caught a Blackridge spy trying to slip through with a rogue pack. They were sniffing around, probably looking for weaknesses."
Sky absorbed that, nodding.
"And Midnight Sapphire?"
Thorne, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. "They sent word. Blackridge broke their deal. Took their Omegas." His jaw tightened. "They're asking for help."
The room tensed again.
Sky let out a slow breath, rolling his shoulders back. He wasn't surprised.
This wasn't just an expansion of territory.
This was a message.
Blackridge was making it clear—they weren't just taking over. They were taking whoever they wanted.
A quiet, steady anger settled in his chest.
This wasn't something he could ignore.
"F4?" Sky finally asked.
Fort handed him a sealed letter. "They're coming to us. They want to discuss full involvement."
That was new.
F4 had invited them before—but always on their ground. Always on their terms.
For them to step into Stormveil territory meant they had accepted the shift in power.
Sky flipped the letter between his fingers, unread. He didn't need to see the words to know the truth.
F4 wasn't just considering an alliance anymore.
They needed it.
Bright let out a low whistle. "So. You're finally getting what you want."
Sky glanced at him. "And what do you think I want?"
Bright smirked. "Control. And a certain feisty Omega."
Sky didn't answer. He didn't need to.
Instead, he folded the letter once and slipped it into his pocket.
"Thorne, you'll handle security for the meeting."
A nod.
"Lyra, I want our borders locked down. No surprises."
"Already done."
"Bright, you focus on the supernatural intel. Phuwin, human side."
The two exchanged a glance—Bright amused, Phuwin looking exhausted already. "Great," Phuwin muttered. "More work."
Sky ignored him.
The decisions were made.
Stormveil was ready.
Now, all that was left—
Sky's fingers brushed against his pocket again.
—was to see just how desperate F4 really was.