Spurned Luna’s Return: On Your Knees, Alpha Chase

Seconds later,

7 men clothed in black speedily ran out of the woods and encircled the five men who were set to battle them.

“You smelly bastards, you just had to show yourselves and ruin our day, huh?” Oliver questioned with an angry glower on his face. He’d already kept his glasses in its case in the back seat of the second jeep and his eyes were now a glowing yellow that belonged to his wolf, Ray.

The putrid smell of these seven combined made it tough just to breathe and the feeling of barfing was increasing by the second.

“Leave these jeeps behind and we shall let you go without a scratch,” said one of the men, a brown-haired short man, in an eerie voice.

“Are you sightless?” Zyair was compelled to ask the vampire who made this demand. Couldn’t he see that these vehicles were not just custom, but also had the flags containing their pack’s logo?

Oh, right! The fetid undead didn’t care about such things.

They must be here for their blood and of course, as a bonus, the vehicles. But too bad, they’ll be getting none and leaving their heads behind instead.

“You guys stink so bad. I wonder why you noisome lot exist in the first place. Eww!” said Dante before adding, “All the more reason you should be extirpated from the earth!”

Among the men, a green-haired dude who was also the tallest among the seven, sniggered and requested two of his fellows to step back. “You’re just hapless to run against us here,” he smirkingly said before charging at Rolandro without warning.

These vampires seemed to be not high-ranked and couldn’t possibly take down an Alpha wolf easily in a one-on-one case. Still, that didn’t mean it would be easy for Mel and co. to win the battle, especially since the other two standing near the fence of the deserted structure could join the fight at any time. And who knows whether some more vampires were hiding in the woods?

Vampires were immortal unless their head was cut off. If not, any limb they lost would grow out again.

A bite from them to the werewolves was precarious, most times with just one outcome- death. And they loved the blood of a werewolf, no matter the rank.

All seven of them had pale white skin, dark eyelids, bright red eyes, black lips, and fangs that were longer than a werewolf’s and much sharper. They also had hardened, long, black fingernails that were by no means weaker than a werewolf’s claws. Six of the men had black veins that were visible on their necks up to their jaws.

Following their companion’s lead, the other 4 vampires lunged at Zyair and the other three men aggressively. A great fight ensued as the five werewolves, whose fangs and wolf eyes had made an appearance, tried to take down their adversaries.

Their fingers had already changed into wolf claws with which they tried to cut off their opponents’ heads while trying not to get scratched by the foes’ nails. Although a scratch from a vampire wasn’t deadly, it would weaken them a bit. Also, getting more than five scratches would paralyse their human forms for 3 minutes- an undesirable outcome.

…

At one point, the other two vampires had to join the battle without any heads-up. They were long yearning to fight and seeing that one of their cronies had been beheaded by Mel, they decided it was their time to shine.

They rushed at Regina’s mate, aiming to pierce his neck with their elongated fingernails. Oliver and Rolandro had also taken down their opponents and rushed to help out their pack mate.

“Hahaha! Even if you could take us all out, our king wouldn’t let you go,” the black-haired vampire, whose arms had just been sliced off by Zyair’s claws, laughed crazily.

His arms were also regrowing at a fast rate. Still, Zyair charged at him. If he let this whoreson’s arms finish regrowing, it would be problematic.

As he was about to collide with the latter, the vampire opened his mouth wide and suddenly let out a sharp screech.

“Sh*t,” Zyair cussed as he fell to the ground in a pathetic manner, trying to cover his ears. It was really unexpected. In the books, no one ever recorded a vampire with the ability of a banshee.

This sharp, torturous screech of the vampire also affected the other four werewolves. They were pushed to protect their ears by covering them and that gave their opponents the chance to land several scratches at them. Not long after, all 5 of them had fallen to the ground as their knees went soft abruptly.

“It was a bad idea to wait here,” Oliver said through gritted teeth.

“I know. But we gotta make sure that that we don’t get bitten by these bastards,” Rolandro replied to him through mind link.

“Let our wolves take over then. It’s the only way,” Mel proposed and the others nodded in like-mindedness.

Their bones started cracking and rearranging at a faster rate than usual and their clothes ripped as they managed to get into a crawling position with clenched teeth. In no time, replacing the humans were five large wolves snarling at their opponents.

The vampire with the super screaming power laughed as he faced them. His hands had finished regrowing.

“One thing that gets into books is the fact that vampire kings have one more ability. But… It’s never been recorded that… sometimes, lower-ranked vampires like us can be born with a special ability too. Oh, children of the moon as you call yourselves, you have just one ending! You’ll perish after your bodies lack a drop of blood and of course, after you watch us pull out your hearts,” At that, the other vampires laughed scornfully as they dragged the five wolves by their tails into the woods.

As for the vehicles, they can come to get them tomorrow. They purposely left their two beheaded cronies there, after covering them with their jackets. No one in his right mind would try to steal what belonged to the lone vampires.

…

5 minutes later,

Not far from where the jeeps were, the couple alighted from Enzo and Phoenix kept it in his storage ring. They were immediately welcomed by a horrid smell that made them cover their nose in disgust.

“Why would they stop here in wait for us?” Lavana questioned telepathically.

“Vampires were here,” Phoenix said, causing his mate to gasp.

“Vampires?” she exclaimed in astonishment.

The last time she encountered that olid lot was when she rescued little Pedro from the hands of death. The smell of those three combined wasn’t as bad as the smell lingering here.

“There are bodies covered ahead,” she pointed out, increasing her walking pace, her heart beating furiously as she approached. She prayed it was not what she was thinking. It shouldn’t be any of those dear five… it shouldn’t!

Reaching the spot where the bodies were covered with multiple black jackets that she was sure belonged to the vampires, she froze. A large part of her was unwilling or perhaps scared that what she would see was what she feared.

Her mate had caught up to her and he removed the jackets from the bodies and found the heads were not intact with the rest of their bodies.

Seeing that the bodies were of vampire race, relief washed over her for a moment before worry sprung up in her heart again.

She saw the keys to the jeeps on the ground, close to the bodies. Yes, she was glad that the bodies weren’t of wolf blood but then… what about Mel and co.? What was their state?

She knew the vampires wouldn’t take them to have a nice talk. From her experience in that wooden house where she was chained by Martelio and his other two vampire buddies, she was certain that if they didn’t locate them fast, they could die if bitten.

“We’ll follow their smell to get to them,” Phoenix said, taking out Enzo again.

Lavana set fire to the bodies while her mate set an invisibility array around the vehicles. Then they got on the sceptre which immediately headed speedily into the woods, following the vampires’ scent.

…

A few minutes later,

The sceptre stopped quite close to a wooden house. Lavana didn’t seem all that surprised after all those three vampires back then lived in a wooden home too.

The couple could sense that the five men were indeed in this place but as for their condition, it’s hard to tell until they are found.

Turning to face her mate after they got off Enzo, she said in a solemn tone, “Sullivan, please take care of anyone that plans on getting in or escaping. I want to go in,”

“Okay. You… notify me if you need assistance,” he said and she nodded in response.

“One of them must have an ability that caused the five to be defeated so easily. If I’m right, it must be either telekinesis, blood control or super scream. Any of these are deadly to werewolves. These abilities are usually possessed by their vampire kings, but I don’t sense one here. So it must be a vampire of lower rank that’s a special case,” Phoenix said his thoughts and she nodded sagely.

“I’ll be careful,” she said, planting a peck on her mate’s right cheek before turning on her invisibility skill and teleporting.

Phoenix on the other hand levitated and once again sat on Enzo who remained floating in mid-air.

As long as he was here, no creature could go in or come out of this house. Also, to kill boredom, he took out a small gourd of special wine from his storage ring and started drinking.

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