Chapter 93: Blood and Vengeance 

Chapter 93: Blood and Vengeance 

(Olivia’s POV) 

I knelt before Lily’s tombstone, my heart shattered into a thousand pieces. Though I’d managed to clean away Victoria’s vile desecration, the weight of what had happened pressed 

down on me like a physical force. 

My fingers traced the engraved letters of my daughter’s name. The moonstone was clean now, 

but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had been irreparably damaged. 

“Lily, it’s Mom’s fault,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face. “Mom is sorry for you!” 

The cool night air carried my words away, offering no comfort in return. Five years of grief had 

not dulled the pain of losing her. If anything, each new cruelty from Victoria only reopened the 

wound, making it bleed afresh. 

“I should have protected you better,” I continued, my voice breaking. “I should have seen what 

Victoria was doing.” 

The knowledge that Victoria had played a role in Lily’s death burned inside me like acid. Even 

worse was Ethan’s continued blindness to her true nature, his willingness to believe her lies 

over the truth that stood right before him. 

I pressed my forehead against the cold stone, seeking some connection to my daughter. “Lily,” 

you haven’t come to Mom’s dreams for so long. Are you blaming Mom?” 

Only silence answered me. 

“Are you blaming Mom for knowing who killed you, but not avenging you?” 

The thought struck me with terrible clarity. I had known–or at least strongly suspected- 

Victoria’s involvement in redirecting the kidney donor that might have saved Lily’s life. Yet 

what had I done about it? Made accusations without proof, thrown tantrums that only made 

me look unstable. 

I had failed my daughter in life. I would not fail her in death. 

“Lily, don’t be angry with Mom,” I whispered, a new resolve hardening my voice. “Mom will 

avenge you, okay?” 

I kissed her image on the tombstone, the small photograph that captured her sweet smile but 

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could never convey the light that had shone from within her. 

+15 Points > 

Rising to my feet, I wiped away my tears with the back of my bloodied hand. The cut Victoria had inflicted throbbed painfully, but I barely noticed it now. 

My reflection in the polished stone showed a woman I barely recognized–hair wild, clothes stained with blood and dirt, eyes burning with a dangerous light. 

Good. Let that fire burn. I would need it for what came next. 

I turned away from Lily’s grave, my mind made up. Victoria Frost would pay for what she had done–not just with her reputation or her standing in the pack, but with her life. 

As I walked back toward the cemetery gates, Gregory Tanner approached, his weathered face 

creased with concern: 

“Ms. Winters, I checked the surveillance footage,” he said, falling into step beside me. “I’m 

sorry, but whoever did this knew how to avoid the cameras. There’s no usable evidence.” 

I nodded, unsurprised. Victoria was too calculating to leave such an obvious trail. 

“Thank you for trying, Gregory,” I said, my voice steadier than I expected. “And for your help 

tonight.” 

He glanced at my injured hand, frowning. “You should get that looked at. It could get infected.” 

“I will,” I lied, already walking toward my car. 

Gregory hesitated, clearly wanting to say more, but something in my expression must have warned him against it. He simply nodded and stepped back. 

I got into my car and started the engine, my destination clear in my mind. Rosewood Haven- 

Victoria’s luxurious home–was where I would find her. 

As I pulled away from Sacred Moonlight Cemetery, I caught a final glimpse of Lily’s grave in 

my rearview mirror. The white moonstone gleamed in the darkness, a beacon calling for 

justice. 

“I promise, Lily,” I whispered. “Mom will make it right.” 

(Victoria’s POV) 

I slipped away from the cemetery, carefully avoiding the surveillance cameras I’d noted on my 

way in. My heart pounded against my ribs as I hurried to my waiting vehicle. 

That crazy b***h Olivia had completely lost her mind. The way she’d attacked me, slammed my head against the tombstone–I touched my forehead gingerly, wincing at the tender spot 

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where blood had begun to congeal. 

+15 Points 2 

I needed to get away quickly. If Olivia alerted the security guard, I could be caught on camera 

leaving the scene. 

Starting the engine, I pulled away from the cemetery, my mind racing faster than the car. Olivia’s words echoed in my ears: “You killed Lily.” 

A chill ran down my spine despite the warmth of the car’s interior. Did she know something? 

Had she found evidence? 

No, that was impossible. I’d been too careful, covered my tracks too well. If Olivia had actual 

proof, she would have gone straight to Ethan with it. 

And despite his recent coldness toward me, I knew Ethan still harbored feelings for me. If 

Olivia had presented him with concrete evidence that I’d played a role in his daughter’s death, 

he would have confronted me immediately. 

I relaxed slightly as I drove, my logical mind taking control again. Olivia was simply lashing 

out, making wild accusations based on suspicion rather than fact. 

Her outburst at the Stone Family Banquet Hall suddenly made more sense. Revealing Emma’s 

true parentage had been her attempt to seek justice for Lily, to hurt me the way she believed 

I’d hurt her. 

A smile curved my lips as I pulled into Crescent Moon Mall’s deserted parking lot. I’d arranged 

to switch vehicles here–a precaution I was now grateful for. 

As I transferred to my second car, I retrieved the first aid kit Ethan had provided for Emma’s 

emergencies. Inside was everything I needed to treat my wounds before returning home. 

I examined my reflection in the rearview mirror, grimacing at the sight. Blood had dried on my 

forehead, and a bruise was forming where Olivia had slammed my head against the 

tombstone. 

As I cleaned the wound, a venomous look crossed my face. Olivia Winters had dared to lay 

hands on me–me, who would soon be the true Luna of Silvercrest Pack. 

“You’ll pay for this,” I whispered, applying antiseptic to the cut. “You’ll suffer the same fate as 

your precious Lily.” 

I started the engine of my second car and headed toward Rosewood Haven, plans for revenge already forming in my mind. 

I arrived home to find Martha Wilson still awake, despite the late hour. The beta wolf gasped 

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when she saw my appearance. 

“Ms. Frost! What happened to you?” she exclaimed, rushing forward. 

+15 Points > 

I waved her away, not wanting her fussing. “Nothing serious. Make me some of that calming 

tea, will you?“. 

Martha hesitated, clearly wanting to ask more questions, but years of service had taught her when to hold her tongue. She nodded and hurried toward the kitchen. 

I sank onto the sofa in the living room, wincing as my head throbbed. The confrontation with 

Olivia had left me more shaken than I cared to admit. 

That woman had changed. The meek, accommodating Luna who had once stepped aside whenever I entered a room was gone, replaced by someone dangerous–someone willing to 

physically attack me. 

I needed to neutralize her before she became an even greater threat. But how? 

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of small feet rushing down the stairs. Emma appeared in the doorway, her eyes widening in horror when she saw me. 

“Mommy!” she cried, rushing to my side. “What happened? You’re bleeding!” 

I hadn’t realized the wound had reopened. Blood trickled down my temple, more 

dramatic–looking than serious. 

Before I could reassure her, Emma had pulled out her phone–the one Ethan had given her for 

emergencies–and was dialing.. 

“Emma, wait-” I began, but it was too late. 

“Ethan… Ethan…” Emma sobbed into the phone, her voice high with panic. “Mommy is hurt, her forehead is bleeding so much, she fainted on the sofa.” 

I hadn’t fainted at all, but Emma’s flair for drama was working in my favor. 

“Ethan, is Mommy dying?” she continued, tears streaming down her face. “Ethan, come quickly, save Mommy!” 

I could hear Ethan’s deep voice responding, though not his exact words. Emma nodded, 

sniffling. 

“Okay, I’ll stay with her. Please hurry!” 

She ended the call and turned to me, her small face crumpled with worry. “Ethan’s coming. Mommy. He’s bringing a doctor too.” 

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I suppressed a smile. My daughter’s impulsive call had just handed me the perfect 

opportunity. 

Emma rushed to my side, tears streaming down her face. “Mommy, don’t die, I’ve already 

called Ethan, he’ll be here soon…” 

+15 Points > 

I frowned, genuinely annoyed by her impulsive action. “Emma, you shouldn’t have called him without asking me first.” 

Her lower lip trembled. “But you’re hurt!” 

I sighed, realizing I couldn’t undo what had been done. Instead, I would need to make the most 

of the situation. 

“Go upstairs and change into your nightgown,” I instructed. “And wash your face. You don’t 

want Ethan to see you looking such a mess.” 

As soon as Emma disappeared upstairs, I quickly pressed my fingers against my wound, 

reopening it further. Fresh blood flowed, making the injury appear more severe than it was. 

I leaned back against the sofa cushions, arranging myself in what I hoped was a vulnerable, 

pitiful position. By the time I heard Ethan’s car pulling into the driveway, I had perfected my 

act. 

The front door burst open, and Ethan rushed in with Emma in his arms. His amber eyes 

widened when he saw me. 

“Victoria!” He set Emma down and was at my side in an instant, his strong hands gentle as 

they cradled my face. “What happened to you?” 

I allowed my eyes to flutter weakly. “Ethan… you came…” 

Dr. Harold Bennett entered behind him, medical bag in hand. The elderly pack healer moved 

with surprising speed for his age, kneeling beside me to examine my wound. 

“The bleeding looks worse than it is,” he said after a moment, his experienced fingers probing 

the injury. “Head wounds always bleed profusely.” 

Ethan’s face was tight with concern. “How did this happen?” 

Dr. Bennett frowned as he cleaned the wound. “This wasn’t caused by a fall. These marks 

suggest repeated impact against a hard surface.” 

Ethan’s expression darkened, his amber eyes flashing with anger. “Someone did this to you? 

Who?” 

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I turned my face away, as if reluctant to answer. “I don’t want to cause trouble…” 

“Victoria.” Ethan’s voice was firm. “Tell me who hurt you.” 

I shook my head weakly. “No one attacked me, Ethan. I… I slipped and fell.” 

Dr. Bennett made a skeptical noise but continued treating my wound in silence. 

“Victoria, Ethan said again, his tone gentler now. “You can tell me the truth.” 

+15 Points > 

I reached for his hand, squeezing it weakly. “Please, Ethan. I just want to rest. Can you help me 

to my room?” 

Ethan’s jaw tightened, but he nodded, carefully lifting me into his arms. As he carried me 

toward the stairs, I caught a glimpse of his face–and the suspicion forming there. 

“Olivia threatened you at Maple Grove,” he said quietly, so Emma couldn’t hear. “Did she do 

this?” 

I didn’t answer, letting my silence speak for me. Ethan’s face darkened as he carried me 

upstairs, his suspicion of Olivia growing with each step.