Chapter 71: Death sentence
The vamp-wolves were gaining the upper hand. With the combined powers of vampires and werewolves, they recovered swiftly from injuries and seemed almost invincible. Every fall was followed by a rapid rise, as though they were untouchable.
But Quinn’s wolf, massive, black as the night, didn’t bother with their bodies. He went straight for their heads. Each time he got hold of a vamp-wolf, he tore it apart with ruthless precision.
The vampire leader, observing his men’s utter failure against Quinn’s unmatched strength, decided to take matters into his own hands. He left his useless subordinates to deal with Quinn’s men and charged straight at Quinn himself.
He rammed into Quinn’s side, eliciting a low grunt but failing to bring him down. In retaliation, Quinn struck back, delivering a savage blow that left a deep gash along the vampire leader’s side.
Enraged, the vampire leader howled, his fury reaching its peak as he entered full beast mode. Yet Quinn’s wolf remained unfazed, his piercing gaze burning with anger, his nostrils flaring as he sized up his opponent.
The two lunged at each other, exchanging devastating blows. The vampire leader, however, struggled against Quinn’s superior skill. His movements were clumsy and unrefined, a clear indication that he had never trained his werewolf side. Quinn smirked inwardly at the thought of how agonizing the vampire leader’s first transformation must have been.
In the midst of their fight, the vampire leader’s attention suddenly shifted. Quinn’s sharp eyes followed his gaze, and his fury multiplied when he saw what had caught the vampire’s focus.
It was Belle.
What in the world was she doing here amidst the chaos, with so many werewolves around?