Echoes of the Fallen
The night Agbaje died, everything changed. His blood stained the police station floor, the first casualty in a war no one fully understood yet. His death was a warning, a signal that the supernatural forces lurking in the shadows had decided to step into the light.
But while the world moved forward, his family was left in the ruins. His wife mourned in silence, unaware that the curse in his blood had passed to their children. His foster parents lit candles in his memory, never knowing that their son had died a warrior.
Owuye, the old officer cast aside for believing in myths, was the only one who understood what Agbaje's death truly meant. It was the beginning of a prophecy written in blood and moonlight.
And now, as dawn broke over Abeokuta, that prophecy was unfolding.
Ajoke's Awakening
Ajoke stood at the edge of her father's estate, looking at the towering gates that once symbolized power. Now, they were a monument to betrayal.
Ajumobi had built an empire, and Sade had stolen it with blood and deception. But Ajoke wasn't here for a confrontation—no, that would be too easy. She was here to begin her game.
She turned to Akintola and Owuye, her only true allies.
"We won the battle," she said, her voice calm but firm. "Now, we dismantle them from within."
Akintola nodded. He had been a man of science, a forensic expert who once believed in facts and evidence. Now, he stood between legends and reality, a survivor of both.
Owuye smirked. "Patience is a hunter's greatest weapon," he muttered. "Let's hunt."
The First Move
Sade thought she had won. With Ajumobi gone and the Crimson Covenant keeping the city in check, she believed herself untouchable. But Ajoke knew her sister's greatest weakness—arrogance.
The first step was isolating her.
Ajoke and Akintola started small, whispering doubts into the ears of Sade's allies. A missing shipment here, a sudden financial freeze there—nothing that pointed directly to them, but enough to stir paranoia.
Owuye, reinstated quietly into the force through political maneuvering, used his position to reopen old cases, pulling files that Sade had long buried. One by one, the names of those who helped her kill Ajumobi resurfaced.
They didn't need to strike yet. They only needed the walls to start closing in.
The Cost of Power
The Crimson Covenant was fractured. Colonel Fashola was gone, and without his iron grip, the remnants of the group scrambled for control.
Alaba, the White Wolf, had vanished into the shadows, licking his wounds and waiting for another chance to strike. The Lune Pact stood watch, knowing that while they had won a battle, the war was far from over.
And at the center of it all was the Lunar Crest, now hidden away in a place only Ajoke, Akintola, and Owuye knew.
It was power beyond comprehension, a relic that could shape the fate of werewolves and humans alike. Ajoke had no interest in using it. She only cared about ensuring it never fell into the wrong hands again.
But she knew one truth: power always came at a cost.
The Fall Begins
The first of Sade's allies fell within weeks. A financial backer mysteriously disappeared. A corrupt official was arrested on charges that had long been ignored. Whispers of betrayal spread through Sade's ranks.
She didn't know where the attacks were coming from. She only knew that something was changing.
Ajoke watched it all unfold, never once revealing her hand.
And then, finally, she made her first direct move.
She walked into her father's old office—now Sade's domain—and placed a single document on the desk.
A will.
Ajumobi's real will, the one Sade had destroyed to claim his fortune.
Sade's face darkened. "Where did you get this?"
Ajoke smiled, a predator revealing its fangs.
"You should be asking yourself," she whispered, "how much worse this will get."
The game had truly begun.
: The Web of Vengeance (Continued)
Cracks in the Throne
Sade's fingers tightened around the edges of the will, her knuckles turning white. She scanned the document, her eyes darting over every word. It was real.
Ajumobi had never intended for her to inherit his empire.
"You're lying," she hissed, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her fear.
Ajoke leaned back, calm, composed. "You can deny it all you want. But soon, everyone will see the truth."
Sade was powerful, but power built on deception was fragile. The cracks were forming.
"You don't have proof that this is real," Sade said, forcing confidence into her voice.
Ajoke simply smiled. "You're right. Not yet."
She stood, adjusting the folds of her dress, and turned to leave. But just as she reached the door, she glanced back.
"By the way," she added, her tone casual, "the police are reopening the case on father's murder. You might want to prepare your story."
Then she walked out, leaving Sade alone with her growing paranoia.
Owuye's Hunt
Owuye had waited years for justice. Dismissed from the force, humiliated for chasing shadows—now, he was back, and this time, he had leverage.
He sat in a dimly lit office, old case files spread out before him. The names of those who had conspired with Sade were right there—businessmen, corrupt officers, politicians.
One name stood out: Inspector Gbadegesin.
He had helped cover up Ajumobi's murder. He had buried evidence, silenced witnesses. And now, Owuye had enough to bring him down.
That night, Gbadegesin received an unexpected visit.
Owuye sat across from him in his lavish home, sipping tea as the inspector squirmed.
"You think you're untouchable," Owuye said, setting his cup down. "You think Sade will protect you."
Gbadegesin swallowed hard. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Owuye leaned forward, his eyes sharp. "When the fall begins, she won't save you. She'll throw you to the wolves."
He slid a sealed envelope across the table. Inside were copies of the evidence—bank transactions, deleted reports, phone records.
"You have two choices," Owuye continued. "Confess now and cut a deal… or wait until Sade decides you're a liability."
Gbadegesin's hands trembled as he opened the envelope. He was trapped, and he knew it.
"Take your time," Owuye said, standing up. "But not too much. The walls are closing in."
Akintola's Gambit
Akintola had been a victim once. Framed for a crime he didn't commit, hunted like an animal. But now, he was the hunter.
His role was to dismantle Sade's financial network.
Using his skills, he traced hidden accounts, exposed shell companies, and linked them back to fraudulent transactions. Every piece of information he uncovered was quietly leaked to the authorities, forcing investigations to begin.
The trap was closing.
And then, the first major blow landed—one of Sade's top allies, a banker named Olumide Bako, was arrested for fraud.
The news hit the city like wildfire.
Ajoke watched from her penthouse window as the headlines spread.
One by one, the pieces were falling into place.
The First Collapse
Sade's phone rang late that night.
"It's over," Olumide's voice trembled through the line. "They have everything on me. I can't cover for you anymore."
Sade gritted her teeth. "Don't panic. I'll fix this."
"You don't understand," Olumide whispered. "They're coming for you next."
The line went dead.
For the first time in her life, Sade felt true fear.
A Promise Kept
Ajoke sat across from Akintola and Owuye in their hidden base. The air was thick with the scent of old books and burning incense.
"We've rattled her," Owuye said, sipping his whiskey. "But she's dangerous when cornered."
Ajoke nodded. "Then we don't give her room to breathe."
She placed the Lunar Crest on the table, its glow dim but steady.
"This isn't just about revenge," she said. "It's about restoring balance."
Owuye smirked. "And making sure the right people pay for their sins."
Akintola exhaled. "Then let's finish what we started."
Ajoke's eyes burned with determination.
Sade's empire was crumbling.
And soon, she would have nothing left.
The game was no longer about survival.
It was about dominion.
Bloodlines and Betrayal
The Throne Restored
The boardroom was heavy with unspoken tension. Men and women in tailored suits sat stiffly around the long glass table, their gazes flickering between each other, unsure of what came next. For years, they had bowed to Sade's rule, turning a blind eye to the blood that paved her path.
But Sade was gone.
And in her place, Ajoke sat.
Her entrance had been silent, almost unceremonious, yet it commanded more authority than any of Sade's grand displays of dominance. She was dressed in a crisp white suit, her expression unreadable. The chair at the head of the table—the chair that had belonged to Ajumobi before Sade stole it—was hers now.
She took her time lowering herself into it, running her fingers over the polished mahogany armrests.
Power reclaimed.
Control restored.
She exhaled, then finally spoke.
"This company was built by my father, and I will run it as he intended." Her voice was calm, measured. "There will be no more corruption. No more stolen wealth. No more blood tainting its name."
No one dared to challenge her. The old guard, once unwavering in their allegiance to Sade, had seen what happened to those who stood in Ajoke's way. She had dismantled Sade's empire brick by brick, without ever raising her voice or making an open threat.
She had outplayed them all.
"Let's begin," she said simply.
And with that, the meeting commenced, the company no longer under the rule of a tyrant, but something far more dangerous—a woman with unfinished business.
The walls of her mansion felt smaller now.
Sade Ajumobi, once the most powerful woman in Abeokuta, sat alone in the grand living room that had once been filled with guests, admirers, and conspirators.
They were all gone now.
Ajoke had taken everything.
One by one, her allies had fallen. The company, the fortune, the influence—gone. The friends she once trusted had abandoned her at the first sign of trouble. The men who had whispered promises in her ear now refused to take her calls.
She poured herself a glass of wine with steady hands, though her mind was unraveling.
The television flickered with breaking news:
"Ajoke Ajumobi, new CEO of Ajumobi Holdings, promises a new era for the company."
Sade let out a bitter laugh.
Her younger sister had won.
No, Ajoke hadn't just won—she had humiliated her, dragged her through the dirt, stripped her of everything.
She had fought for so long, played every game, sacrificed everything. And for what?
A lonely house. A glass of wine. A legacy reduced to ashes.
Her fingers tightened around the stem of the glass.
There were two ways to leave this world: in disgrace, or on her own terms.
She chose the latter.
By morning, the city whispered of her death.
Sade Ajumobi, former CEO, found dead in her estate. Suicide suspected.
No tears were shed. No grand funerals were planned.
And in the highest office of Ajumobi Holdings, Ajoke sat in silence, staring at the headline.
There was no satisfaction in it. No triumph.
Just an ending.
But not the end.
The Bloodline Endures
Far from the polished boardrooms and the world of human ambition, something ancient stirred.
Agbaje's children were no longer children.
They had grown into something more—something their father had never lived to see.
The moonlight cast long shadows as they moved through the dense wilderness, their eyes sharp, their senses attuned to something calling them from beyond time itself.
They weren't running. They weren't hiding.
They were hunting.
Not for vengeance.
Not for survival.
But for answers.
For years, whispers had haunted them—stories passed down in hidden circles, myths buried in forgotten history.
And a name.
A name that felt like fire in their veins, like an undeniable pull in their blood.
Iyalaya.
The true mother of the red werewolves.
A beast of legend. An immortal force that had once ruled unchecked before the world forgot her name.
Now, they sought her.
And she was waiting.