Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 87: Gone

*~Lilith’s POV~*

As soon as I handed Caspian the map, I watched him shift into motion his limbs tense, his mind already racing toward the children. The others followed like wolves on command. They would do anything to bring those babies back.

And that was exactly what I wanted.

Because while they ran off to play hero... I needed to prepare.

I wasn’t just planning a rescue. I was preparing a resurrection.

The original Crescent pack...my people, my blood, my legacy will walk again. And the key to their rebirth? That child’s blood. A single drop from the child born of crescent lineage, carrying the power of light and shadow in one fragile body.

Once I had it, nothing would stop me from reclaiming New Orleans. Not the High House, not the wolves, not even Hazel because she will be on my side.

I left before the dust settled behind them and made my way to the place where our dead were kept or what was left of them.

The doors creaked open on my arrival. The scent of ash still lingered. Not decay, not rot. Just... ash. Burned flesh. Crushed bones. The remains of warriors, not victims. I dropped to my knees and let my fingers run through them—through them. All of them.

My people...My Crescents.

Even in this form, I could still feel their presence humming through my veins like static. My skin prickled. My eyes burned. I didn’t cry. No. I hadn’t cried in a century. But a piece of my heart shattered anyway as my hands trembled through the sacred ruin of what once was ours.

"I’ll bring you back," I whispered. "Not just in memory. In body."

I got to work. Leaves. Salt. Bloodroot. Crushed serpent’s tongue. Moon herb. I drew the sigils in ash and bone. The sacred runes of return. The incantation must only be completed once I add the final piece: the baby’s blood.

That would be the most difficult. And yet... somehow, I knew I’d find a way.

Dawn was curling its golden fingers across the sky by the time I arrived at the High House. I wore my calmest face, my kindest expression, the one they’d learned to trust.

But the gates were shut...Shut...That place was never shut.

I tilted my head and listened. Screams. Wailing. The sound of a mother breaking. The sound of death. Again.

"Oh..." I murmured, blinking as the iron doors shivered and slowly parted.

A heavy, terrifying stillness. Eyes swollen with grief. Faces stained with disbelief. And

Hazel.

the usual that comes from

that peeled straight from the void in her chest. Her hair

empty...Just like

that look. I crafted

No.No, no, no.

lose access to her. If she turns off everything inside her again, there’ll be no

hall, and my eyes—my cursed, cursed eyes—landed on

Two dead babies..

neck. And then it hit me. Oh, Gods. I felt it. I had felt it hours ago...a sudden gust of wind, the herbs on my altar scattering, the candles snuffing themselves out in protest. A silence in the spirit world

it....But

throat burned as the word cracked out of me. "No, no, no, no,

it

chance. My only key. Their blood

My family. Not just soldiers but mothers, children, brothers, sisters, history.

just going to raise the dead...I

to

child, my Crescent, ruling over New Orleans once again. But

was ash slipping

toward the one man who had promised to bring

safe!" I hissed, my voice

my fault," he muttered, his voice fraying. "The

raised a

to the form on the floor beside him. A corpse, cloaked in blue. Cyrius. I blinked..Dead?

my chest. Of course it was him. Of course he was desperate

the dead?" I spat.

he growled. "They

closed at

tiny bodies had no warmth. Their skin was faint, tinged in frosted blue, lips pale