Kenzo led me to the top floor of Cassius Marwood’s mansion, six warriors from the Blue Moon Pack trailing closely behind us as a precaution.

The place was eerily silent—no signs of life, yet that didn’t mean it was safe. Every floor was drenched in blood, the stench of death thick in the air. Mangled corpses littered the hallways, their torn and dismembered bodies painting a gruesome picture of what had unfolded here. The sight turned my stomach, but worse was the thought of what ...