Chapter XXXVII

Elian receives the sharp blade on the left side, opens his eyes in surprise, places his hands on the shoulders of the strange opponent as if asking for help, sees how he is the one who screams upon feeling Alf's attack, how his opponent fades away like smoke in the wind, falls to his knees to fall face down, his vision becomes blurred until he can't see, the noise he heard fades away, he no longer feels anything "so, is this what death feels like?" That was his final thought before everything around him went completely silent.

Alf deals the fatal blow to the vampire who vanishes inside his clothes some gold badges fall, William takes them as well as the book, Artemis arrives with several men, thanks to the torches they carry the place lights up, she scans the view that was once the battlefield without a doubt each and every one of them were cruel. She gives the order to evacuate the wounded, from the depths of that underground fortress cries for help are heard, as her Alpha had decided "save those who can, kill those who can't", she obeyed the order and with a large group, as well as Alf's daughters they go in search of the origin of the screams. The group splits in two for greater cover, the fortress had several corridors were so many that it seemed like a labyrinth, Alana and her sister arrive at the private rooms of their already finished enemy, they rummage among them they find several important books, as well as a diary.

Outside the city:

Those who went to help leave as quickly as they can with the wounded who were in droves, two of them carry an unconscious Ciro and another badly wounded William, medical assistance is not long in coming for them two, but the werewolf who was suffering was undoubtedly the one carrying Elian's body, the entire camp falls silent, not even the wounded dared to exclaim their physical pain, they all stare at Alessandro the Argentine Alpha werewolf who for more than three hundred years was in conflict with Elian, he walks solemnly, several speak to him but he does not understand he remains in shock, it is not until Venus, a Roman woman, takes the Greek's body from his arms, he sees him without being able to believe what has happened.

Athens, Greece.

Landlines and cell phones don't stop ringing, calls came in from all sides asking for the result, others reporting that the cub beasts were already one hundred percent recovered, the least could not keep up, all the alphas of all the clans, friends, enemies, all wanted news, all wanted to be the first to be attended to, all wanted the prince himself to attend to them, Dario, upon hearing all the phones, lets out a grunt, orders all the phones to be disconnected, only one stayed online and that was the personal one.

Each and every member of the family who had arrived after Estrella made sure there was no longer any danger: Elián's six children, Ciro's eight, Darío's four, as well as the grandchildren, great-grandchildren of the eldest, since the youngest's children were still children. The cell phone rang, everyone tensed, Darío's hands began to shake, and he answered the call.

-Well? . . .

—Darío, Ciro is fine, injured, unconscious but he just needs to regain consciousness.

He sighs with relief.

—Thank Zeus!

—It's Elián. —he tenses.

Elian's passion

"What happened to my brother? How is he?" Everyone in the living room tensed; not even a fly dared to buzz.

—He took the worst of it all, he's in very bad shape, they don't know if he'll survive, the doctors don't even dare touch him.

—But how bad is it? I don't understand.

—He received a blow to the heart.

—It's just one blow, he's already taken many, he'll be fine.

"It was with the edge of a silver sword." The cell phone falls from the minor's hands, his legs wobbly. Denes is the one who helps him from falling to the floor. Calix picks up the cell phone.

—This is Calix.

—I was telling Darío that Elián received a fatal blow to the heart, inflicted by a silver sword, he is in very bad shape, they don't think he will survive the night.

Calix ends the call, runs his hands through his hair, looks at his brothers, at his uncle. He looks at his cell phone and returns the call.

—I want to speak to the person who is caring for my father.

At that very moment, the eldest sons set off for the family's private hospital on the island of Crete. On the way, Calix speaks with the director, while Diary at Home coordinates the eldest's transfer, sending a yacht with the necessary medical equipment.

Petra.

Inside the city, bodies were piled up, including that of the one who had given them war. A large funeral pile was made, though they weren't given proper funeral services. However, their loved ones received proper burials. At the camp, helicopters flew back and forth, transporting those most in need. One of those flights was destined for the Greeks.

Crete.

The helipad doors swung wide open, blood units flowed back and forth, several people spoke at the same time, not everyone got into the elevator or went down the stairs. Taz! was heard as the operating room doors opened, the instructions were confused by the sounds of the electromedical equipment, the table in the middle, the anesthesiologist intubating, another anesthesiologist busy placing a central catheter, while the sterile field was being applied, a quick count of textiles, needles, and instruments was made, and the surgery began. The incision was made in the chest and the thoracic retractor was placed. A jet of blood spurted out under pressure. In desperation, the assistant reached in to tamponade. Everyone fell silent. The alarm of an infusion pump brought the cardiologist into action. Needle holders, retractors, and extracorporeal venous catheter—everything started ticking like a Swiss watch. However, the money had already done a lot of damage.