Gathering the Underground Powers
The message was sent.
Not just to F4.
Not just to his pack.
But to everyone.
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The Stormveil War Room was no longer just a gathering place for Sky and his closest allies.
Tonight, it was a throne room.
And Sky Wongravee was at its center.
The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken power. Not just from the Alphas present, but from the sheer number of leaders who had answered his call.
Silvercrest. Onyx Moon. Midnight Sapphire. Shadowbane.
Every sub-pack under Stormveil's rule had sent their representatives.
But that wasn't all.
Lurking at the edges, half in shadow, were the other forces that moved within the underground.
The hybrids. The shifters. The vampires.
They did not serve Sky.
But they respected him.
Which, in a world like this—was even more valuable.
The air was thick with quiet murmurs, tense alliances, and wary glances exchanged between those who would never normally sit at the same table.
But they were here.
Because Sky had called.
And when Sky Wongravee called—the underground listened.
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Blackridge's aggression wasn't just F4's problem anymore.
They had broken old deals.
They had taken from packs that weren't theirs.
They had disrupted the balance of power.
And that?
That was a mistake.
Thorne leaned forward, arms crossed. "Midnight Sapphire is demanding retribution. Onyx Moon is already hunting for leads. Silvercrest want blood."
Sky hummed. "Good."
This war wasn't just about F4 now.
It was about order.
The underground wasn't ruled by kings.
It was ruled by those strong enough to hold the chaos together.
And tonight—Sky would remind everyone who that was.
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The war room was tense but focused. No more discussions—only execution.
Sky sat at the head of the long table, eyes locked on the glowing holographic map of the two confirmed Blackridge bases.
They were moving tonight.
"We have our targets," Thorne stated, arms crossed. "Midnight Sapphire and Onyx Moon will lead the first assault. Silvercrest and Shadowbane will secure the secondary location."
"Shapeshifters and hybrids will provide support," Lyra added. "Vampires will handle cleanup."
Everyone knew their role.
The room wasn't debating strategy anymore.
This was a war.
The only variable left was F4.
Sky exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders. "We wait for their arrival." His tone was cool and controlled. "Let's see what they bring to the table before we decide how much they're worth."
The message was clear—Stormveil didn't need them.
If F4 wanted to be part of this war, they had to prove they could keep up.
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Walking into Stormveil's domain
The night air was thick with power.
As F4's convoy of black SUVs rolled through the mountain pass, the weight of where they were headed settled over them.
Stormveil's territory.
It was nothing like their own.
There were no towering buildings, no polished conference halls. Instead, the road stretched through dense forests and shadowed peaks, the full moon casting silver over the trees.
This was a kingdom untouched by the human world.
A reminder that Stormveil didn't rule through money or politics.
They ruled through dominance.
Inside the lead car, Nani sat beside his father, arms crossed, gaze locked on the approaching fortress in the distance.
"Feels different from home, doesn't it?" Dew murmured beside him.
Nani didn't answer. But he felt it.
It was a different kind of power.
One that had nothing to do with influence—and everything to do with survival.
As they neared the massive iron gates, two guards stepped forward—werewolves, fully shifted, their glowing eyes fixed on the convoy.
No questions.
No hesitation.
The gates creaked open.
Stormveil was expecting them.
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As F4 stepped further into Stormveil's stronghold, something clicked.
They knew the names standing before them.
Not as werewolf alphas.
But as high-profile figures in the human world.
Midnight Sapphire's Alpha—Boun, a powerful CEO in the finance sector.
Onyx Moon's Alpha, Saranyu—influential in logistics and shipping.
Silvercrest's Alpha, Kanin—heavily involved in tech and security.
Shadowbane's Alpha, Theeradon—a high-ranking military contractor.
F4 had crossed paths with them before.
They had dealt with them in business, in negotiations, in politics.
Yet—never once did they know that these men were all part of Stormveil's empire.
The realization settled heavily.
Stormveil wasn't just a stronghold of warriors.
It was a hidden empire.
And then—came the vampires.
Two elders, their presence sending a ripple of unease through F4's ranks.
Tee, one of the elders, exuded a cold, almost elegant danger.
The other elder, Kamon, was more reserved—but his aura was just as powerful.
Dew's sharp eyes narrowed slightly.
Vampires.
F4 had never allied with them.
And yet, here they were—standing at Sky Wongravee's side.
This wasn't just a pack.
This was a supernatural empire that had been operating right under their noses.
Win was the first to break the silence.
"You've been working in the human world this whole time," he said, voice even.
A small smirk tugged at Sky's lips.
"You thought F4 was the only pack that could do that?"
Silence.
Nani gritted his teeth, his mind racing.
Stormveil had never interfered with F4's business, never once made their presence known.
And yet—they had been watching. Operating.
Just as powerful.
Just as untouchable.
If not more.
This wasn't just an alliance anymore.
This was a negotiation with someone just as powerful as them.
And for the first time—F4 wasn't the one in control.
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The tension in the war room was thick, unyielding. F4's leaders sat at one side of the long table, their expressions composed—but their eyes sharp, watching, waiting.
Across from them, Stormveil's forces were at ease in their own territory. No nervous shifting, no waiting for instructions. They weren't preparing for battle.
They were already fighting it.
A soft beep echoed as the holographic screen flickered to life.
A live feed.
Security footage from one of Blackridge's strongholds.
The screen showed a storm of chaos. Shadows moving through the compound—silent, calculated. Then—gunfire. Screams.
A Blackridge guard barely had time to react before a blur of silver tore through his throat.
A werewolf.
Not reckless. Not wild. Precise. Tactical. A trained killer.
In the corner of the screen, Thorne's voice crackled through the comms.
"Sector 3 secured. No casualties on our end."
The camera panned—cages.
Omegas. Terrified. Weak. Trapped.
A sick feeling twisted in Nani's stomach.
"They're moving them." Lyra's voice was steady, but her eyes burned. "We caught them before the full transfer, but some Omegas were already taken. We're tracking their route."
F4's side was dead silent.
Pond's hands curled into tight fists. Win barely moved, but Nani could see his jaw clench. Dew's eyes flicked between the monitors, absorbing every detail.
They weren't just watching an attack.
They were watching what Stormveil was truly capable of.
Sky finally spoke, his voice even, but absolute.
"Shadowbane and Silvercrest are leading the strike on the first base," he said. "Midnight Sapphire and Onyx Moon are handling the second."
A new map pulled up, marking key positions.
"Their defenses are minimal—Blackridge didn't expect a coordinated strike this fast. Tonight, we'll hit both locations simultaneously."
Another comm crackled through. A deep voice.
"Leader, this is Silvercrest. We have six Omegas in custody, all alive. Five of ours, one unknown."
A pause.
Then, Gawin's voice, heir of Onyx Moon, joined in.
"Three more secured. No casualties."
Sky leaned back in his chair, looking at Warut Hirunkit—Nani's father.
His voice was calm, but beneath it, there was no room for argument.
"We'll retrieve your people. But that's not free."
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For the first time, F4's leaders weren't the ones dictating terms.
They had barely arrived.
And yet—Stormveil was already attacking, already taking control.
Nani's father didn't react outwardly, but Nani could feel the shift.
This was no longer a negotiation of equals.
F4's influence in the human world was undeniable. But this? This was war. And Stormveil didn't just hold power here.
They were the power.
And they had let F4 walk in, blind to the full extent of it.
Nani exhaled.
His father finally spoke.
"Then let's discuss the price."
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A Secret Between Vampires and Sky
Sky turned to the room.
"This meeting is between F4 and Stormveil now. The rest of you are dismissed."
The werewolf alphas left without question. But the vampires lingered.
Elder Kamon nodded, respectful, before leaving.
But Tee didn't.
His gaze didn't follow Sky.
It locked onto Dew.
Something too knowing. Too interested.
Dew's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't speak.
Tee finally turned, stepping closer to Sky, murmuring something in an old dialect—one only Sky understood.
Whatever he said—it made Sky's expression tighten.
A brief flicker. A reaction so small only those who knew him well would notice.
Then, just as silently, Tee left.
Dew's fingers tapped against the table—calculating.
What the hell was that about?
But now wasn't the time to ask.
Because now—it was just Stormveil and F4.
And the real negotiation was about to begin.