Previously on Bayou Blood: Family Ties
Allen Hill is no longer a refuge.
By three in the morning, the swamp has been rewritten. Stone roads cut through mud. Sigils burn faint green in the reeds. The air itself feels owned.
When state troopers roll in to investigate, they never roll back out.
Lycara meets them in the road like a queen guarding her gate. She gives one warning. That is all they get. Gwendolyn drops from the dark. Olivia follows from the brush. Sarah steps out like a moving wall of muscle and bone. Sirens die. Radios go silent. Blood soaks into a road that did not exist yesterday.
No one enters her territory.
While the pack feeds, Sheryl and Derek prepare on borrowed time.
Weapons are checked. Rounds are counted. Movements are drilled until muscle replaces thought. There are no speeches. No prayers. Only repetition and resolution. By nightfall, exhaustion has burned away fear, leaving something colder and sharper in its place.
When they finally drive toward Allen Hill, the sky answers them.
Green light coils above the trees. Energy ripples through the clouds. The ritual has begun.
Sheryl loads her pistol with Orichalcum silver and slings the Celestial Spike across her back. Derek checks his M4 and locks eyes with the road ahead. Neither of them says it out loud, but they both feel it.
This isn’t a rescue mission anymore.
It’s a war.
And wars don’t wait for anyone to be ready.
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