Chapter b572 /bBreak the Rules, Save the Bloodline

    Landon rose and stepped in front of S, lightly tapping the armrest of the interrogation chair bwith /bhis bfingers/bb. /b

    Tiny silver studs were embedded in the chair’s armrest–precisely aligned with the spinal pressure bpoint /bmost sensitive in werewolves. S’s body tensed instantly, a flicker of panic shing in his eyes.

    “When Yalvaria sent you here, did they forget to mention what happens when you piss off the Alpha King bof /bMontedra?” Landon’s voice wasn’t loud, but it came down like a crushing weight. “Give me the antidote form. Tell me the other release points. Talk, and I’ll let you die quickly.”

    S gritted his teeth and stayed silent, but uncase churned in his gut. They said Landon was ruthlessb–/bnow bhe /bcould feel it in the marrow of his bones. This man was far scarier than the rumors.

    Landon didn’t waste words. He nodded toward the door. Nathaniel entered carrying a tray of custom tools: syringesced with liquid silver, neural stimtors calibrated to werewolf sensitivities–every single one crafted to target their biological weaknesses.

    “Ethan, you’re really going to stand there and let him torture me? This is illegal! It’s abuse!” S shouted toward the one–way ss. “You work for the Council! Aren’t you going to do something?”

    Ethan’s fists clenched. His voice was low and steady. “If it gets us the antidote and saves our people, then yes -I’ll take the heat for this.”

    Landon cast a sidelong nce at Ethan, then turned back to S with a cold smile–one that never reached his eyes. “You had your chance. Let’s start with the silver.”

    The needle pierced skin. S screamed.

    The werewolf body’s rejection of silver wasn’t just biological–it was agony on a level no standard pain could touch. Ten times worse than a normal punishment.

    “Talk,” Landon said calmly, his voice echoing through the chamber.

    S trembled, soaked in sweat, but still clenched his jaw. “I… I don’t know anything…”

    The next hour was filled with howls of pain.

    Landon’s methods were brutal yet calcted. He pushed S to the brink of copse–then stopped just short. Then he started again, with a new tool, a new method, always keeping the pressure just below the breaking point.

    Ethan watched from behind the ss, chills running down his spine. This wasn’t just an interrogation–it was the slow, surgical dismantling of a man’s will.

    After less than two hours, S finally snapped.

    Tears and snot streaming, he broke downpletely. “The antidote… it’s in a Yalvariab… The mastermind is…”

    Landon nodded for Nathaniel to record it all. When S finished, Landon turned to Ethan.

    “Take him. Log it as a voluntary confession.”

    Ethan nodded, watching S get dragged away with a tangle of emotions. He knew: without Landon smashing

    Chapter b572 /bbBreak /bthe Rules Save the Bloodline

    bprotocol /bto bpieces/b, more werewolves would bhave /bdied before this truth ever bcame /bbou /b

    bOnce /bEthan was gone, Nathaniel asked, “Alpha, are we heading to Yalvaria nowb?/bb” /b

    “Prep the jet,” Landon’said, grabbing his coat. “We’re not just getting the antidote. We’re bbringing /bbMichael /bbback/b.”

    Michael—the one man who could crack a werewolf–targeted virus–had to be brought inb, /bno matter bthe /b

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    And more than that, Landon needed him to see Walter. Even if there was only a sliver of a chanceb, /bhe bhad /bbto /bkeep the old man alive just a little longer.

    He’d promised Tessa–he would bring her back to see her grandfather.

    The vault doors closed behind them, sealing away the screams and blood.

    Outside, the night wind carried a faint scent of metal and smoke.

    A new journey was about to begin.

    Back at the hospital, Tessa and Samuel had failed another trial.

    Samuel slumped onto the couch. A top–tier S+ werewolf physician, now looking utterly drained. He had poured everything into this–his skill, his strength, his hope. And nothing had worked.

    “What now?” he asked, lifting his head to meet Tessa’s eyes. The frustration in his voice was hard to hide.

    Tessa took a deep breath, fingers pressing against her aching temples.

    She had never felt this defeated before either. “The infections are still rising. Some are already mutating at the gic level… If we dy any longer, it won’t just be more werewolves getting infected. The entire gic chain of Montedra’s wolves could be contaminated.”

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