Chapter 50: King of the Jungle 2
Yuki, serious, sliced his palm with a blade, his blood dripping, corrosive. "We’re not criminals. We eliminate monsters." Kaiser stared, uncomfortable, but nodded.
Ben suddenly stopped, his ears lengthening, picking up sounds. "Fight," he growled, his voice guttural. "Over there."
They sprinted, their footsteps echoing in the forest. The growls and clashes grew clearer.
When they burst into the clearing, the sight hit them hard. Hugo, his torso striped with deep gashes, his clothes in tatters and soaked with blood, stood against nine Betas. A tenth lay on the ground, throat slit, limbs twisted at impossible angles, too mutilated to rise.
Ben, eyes wide, shouted, "Are you stupid? Ten werewolves alone?"
Hugo, face covered in sweat and blood, dodged a claw that nearly tore his cheek. With a fluid motion, he spun and delivered a devastating uppercut to a Beta’s chin. The blow cracked the opponent’s cervical vertebrae, and it collapsed like a rag doll. "Long story," he growled between ragged breaths, his torn shirt clinging to his skin, soaked with sweat and blood.
Yuki needed no orders. She leaped onto a low branch, took a step, and landed silently behind a distracted Beta. Before it could react, her sharp blade sliced the air, opening its throat with a precise movement. The wound instantly blackened, acrid smoke rising as the flesh necrotized, preventing the werewolf’s natural regeneration.
Ben, in turn, unleashed his vampiric nature. His muscles tensed, his claws lengthened, gleaming like blades forged in darkness. He moved in a series of swift, almost invisible strikes, slashing three Betas in one pass. The first had its jugular cleanly severed, the second’s belly split open, entrails spilling onto the ground, and the third fell, its spine severed by a sharp claw.
Kaiser, pupils dilated from the L-dopa, gripped his dagger with clumsy but effective determination. He lunged at a wounded Beta, stabbing it repeatedly in the chest. The first strikes were chaotic, but the last pierced its heart, sending the werewolf crashing to the ground with a final gurgle.