Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Broken Luna From The Dragon Bloodline: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Two weeks after the Corvus fight, Jamie holds her first official alliance meeting. Twenty-three representatives gather in a neutral warehouse Kade secured.Pack alphas. Coven leaders. Vampire clan heads. Fae nobility. All watching Jamie with varying degrees of respect and suspicion."Thank you for coming," Jamie starts. "I know this is unprecedented. Different species working together.""That's putting it mildly," Tavish Morwell interrupts. "This alliance violates centuries of territorial agreements.""Agreements the Dragon Council doesn't respect." Raina Blackwood stands. "They've been attacking all of us for years. Separately. Now we stand together.""Under whose leadership?" A vampire lord asks. "Who decides strategy? Resources? Risk?""We do. Collectively." Jamie displays a organizational chart Jai designed. "Rotating leadership council. No single species holds majority power. Decisions require two-thirds vote.""And who breaks ties?" Tavish presses."I do. As the Dragon Queen who

The first family is in Portland. Mother, father, two teenage daughters. They have no idea they carry dormant dragon blood.Jamie's team reaches their house at dawn. Knocks on the door. A woman answers, confused."Can I help you?""My name is Jamie Olive. You're in danger. The Dragon Council is coming to kill your family." Jamie knows how insane this sounds. "Please, you need to trust me.""Dragon Council? What are you talking about?" A man appears behind his wife. "Who are you people?"Kade steps forward. "Sir, I know this sounds crazy. But your family carries dragon blood. Dormant but detectable. An organization called the Dragon Council is systematically eliminating bloodlines like yours.""This is insane. Get off our property." The man reaches for his phone."They'll be here in less than an hour," Meredith says, appearing from the van. "I'm a dragon. Watch."She shifts partially. Scales across her arms, eyes glowing silver.The woman gasps. The two daughters come downstairs, drawn

Quentin Ashford watches footage of the Bellevue operation. Watches Jamie's dragon form tear through his operatives. Watches sixteen families escape his grasp."She's becoming a problem," his lieutenant says unnecessarily."She's already a problem. Now she's becoming a revolution." Quentin closes the files. "We need to change tactics. Direct confrontation isn't working.""What do you propose?""We make her choose. Her alliance or her children." Quentin pulls up intelligence. "The twins are powerful but young. Vulnerable. If we force her to divide her attention...""Kidnapping failed before.""Because we attacked directly. This time, we use leverage." Quentin displays files on alliance members. "These families she saved? They have children too. We take one. Make her trade.""That's...""Monstrous? Effective." Quentin's smile is cold. "She can't protect everyone. She'll have to choose. And whatever she chooses, she loses."---Three days after the extractions, Jamie's coordinating global

Vaughn Pritchard sits in protective custody, providing intelligence daily. He's lost everything. His empire. His reputation. His freedom."The Council has three main facilities," he tells Jai. "Headquarters downtown. The research facility in the mountains. And a black site no one's supposed to know about.""Where's the black site?" Jamie asks."Offshore. Island in the Pacific. That's where they do the real experiments. Bloodline manipulation. Essence extraction." Vaughn's hands shake. "I only know because I funded it.""You funded torture facilities?" Briton's voice is cold."I funded research. I didn't ask what kind." Vaughn won't meet his eyes. "I was greedy. Stupid. I thought the Council was just another business partner.""And now?" Kade asks."Now I know they're monsters. And I helped them." Vaughn pulls out a flash drive. "This has everything. Financial records. Facility locations. Names of every operative on their payroll."Jamie takes it. "This better not be another trap.""It

The alliance meeting is tense. Twenty representatives sit around a table, none of them agreeing."We can't attack headquarters yet. We're not ready," Tavish argues."We'll never be ready if we keep waiting," Raina counters. "The Council's rebuilding their forces daily.""And we're losing support daily," a vampire lord adds. "My coven has lost three members to Council assassinations this week alone.""So has my circle," a witch elder agrees. "They're targeting alliance members systematically."Jamie sits at the head of the table, exhausted. "Then we move up the timeline. We attack in two days instead of four.""That's suicide!" Tavish objects. "We need proper planning!""We have proper planning. What we need is action before we lose more people." Jamie's voice is firm. "Every day we wait, the Council picks us off one by one.""Or every day we wait, we get stronger," Tavish argues. "More recruits. Better weapons.""We don't have time for more recruits." Jamie pulls up casualty reports.