Chapter 31 · Lucas Goes Live

Lucas Green sat in a rented room three blocks from the Guild's New York headquarters. The laptop screen glowed blue in the dark. His fingers hovered over the Enter key.

One click. That's all it took to burn six hundred years of lies.

His phone buzzed. Text from an unknown number: *They're moving Drake to the purge chamber. 20 minutes.*

Lucas's jaw tightened. He'd spent two weeks routing the leak through twelve proxy servers. He'd pulled every file Peter Hallow ever signed. Massacre orders. Purge protocols. A list of half-blood children the Guild "disappeared" before they turned ten.

And the St. Stone footage. Forty-three minutes of helmet-cam video from the raid four centuries ago. Hunters dragging women out of the chapel. A kid who couldn't be older than twelve, begging in Romanian. Then the sanctified rounds.

The Guild taught him monsters didn't beg.

He hit Enter.

The files exploded across every hunter network in North America. East Coast. West Coast. The European chapters. The encrypted forums where retired hunters still argued about proper silver-to-iron ratios. Lucas had cracked them all.

His phone started vibrating. Texts. Calls. Voicemails piling up.

He ignored them. Pulled the microphone closer.

The livestream went active.