"Alright, so the plan is the following…" Klaus stepped forward to explain the plan. "Tomorrow is the full moon, and I'll be at my weakest point. That's probably when the werewolves are going to attack me."
Everyone agreed and kept listening.
"Nik, son, you do whatever you want. I have absolutely no control over you," Klaus sighed. "And Elijah will explain the rest of the plan."
As always, Elijah took control of the situation since Klaus had a severe leadership deficiency.
"Well, Hayley and I will handle the Guerrera wolves in the northern part of the city," Elijah began, making it very clear he wanted Hayley by his side. "Kol, you and your noble friends will handle the southeast."
Kol nodded as if he didn't care much.
"Rebekah, if you could help Marcel with his new soldiers in the west side of the city," Elijah looked directly at his sister seriously, "he'll probably be the one suffering the most."
"Of course." Rebekah smiled and looked at Nik. "Nephew, after you're done with the Guerrera, I want to spend some family time with you."
"Yeah, yeah," Nik answered, waving his hand dismissively.
"Promise?" she asked intensely.
"Sure," Nik confirmed and looked at his two girlfriends, Caroline standing beside him and Amara tormenting some unfortunate soul outside. "Me and my girls will take care of the south."
"And Niklaus, stay there in the fetal position," Elijah looked at Klaus. "And protect your daughter, my niece, until everything is over."
---++---
When everyone left, Nik and Caroline also walked out, and Amara came running toward them.
She had a radiant smile on her face.
"What happened for you to be this happy?" Nik asked.
Amara placed her hands behind her back and started circling the two of them with a grin.
"I found a little friend to play with," Amara answered cheerfully. "She was very fun."
"Ummmm." The two simply smiled and nodded.
---++---
When Kol left the house looking for Elara, what he found was the woman lying on the ground holding her head as if she were in terrible pain.
"Elara… what happened?" Kol rushed to her and pulled her into his arms.
"Fuck, I saw the girl who put everyone into an illusion during your niece's birth and I tried to enter her mind using psychic powers," Elara answered, still holding her head. "It was worse than when I tried getting into Sage's mind."
"Idiot, are you trying to kill yourself?" Kol snapped irritably. "According to my nephew, that woman is on the same level as the legendary Silas. You're lucky she let you live."
"Sorry." Elara sighed and returned to her cold personality. "So… what happened with your siblings?"
"We're going to kill the Guerrera," Kol answered. "Are you going to summon the nobles to come with me, or are you just going to sit back and watch me massacre them?"
"Ummm, it's never a bad thing to kill werewolves," Elara replied. "I'm in."
The full moon slowly rose over New Orleans, painting the city in a sickening silver glow.
The wind carried the scent of blood, gunpowder, and magic.
In the northern part of the city, the silence felt far too heavy.
Hayley walked beside Elijah through the empty streets, their boots crushing broken glass beneath them. The streetlights flickered irregularly, as if even the electricity was nervous that night.
Elijah kept his hands behind his back, elegant as always. His flawless suit contrasted with the inevitable violence surrounding them.
Hayley hated that about him.
How could someone look so calm moments before a war?
"They're watching us," she murmured.
"Yes," Elijah replied calmly. "I can hear three heartbeats on the rooftop to the left… and another five in the alley behind the church."
Hayley raised an eyebrow.
"You count heartbeats for fun?"
"It helps with anxiety."
She let out a short snort.
Then the smell came.
Werewolves.
Dozens of them.
Shadows began emerging from the alleys.
Men.
Women.
All wearing Moonlight Rings glowing with a bluish shine around their necks.
The Guerrera wolves.
One of them stepped forward. Tall, with scars crossing his face.
"So the hybrid bitch came to play."
Hayley tilted her head.
"You talk too much for someone about to die."
Growls immediately echoed through the street.
The Guerrera wolves' eyes began glowing gold.
But then…
Hayley's eyes turned red.
Not gold.
Red.
A deep, monstrous crimson.
The smiles vanished from the werewolves' faces.
"What the fuck…" one of them whispered.
Hayley growled and her body began changing, bones cracking beneath her skin, but she felt no pain.
Claws grew.
Fangs extended from her mouth.
Fur spread around her body, covering her arms completely, giving her the appearance of something between a wolf and a human without losing her human form.
Her hair grew longer and moved as if it were alive.
Her muscles toned and hardened, but she didn't look beastly, nor had she lost her beauty.
"Beautiful…" Elijah was left speechless by what he was seeing. His eyes even gleamed, and it almost looked like he could see an aura of beauty and a giant wolf standing above Hayley.
That was the alpha power almost taking physical form through the street like an invisible wave.
The Guerrera wolves instinctively stepped back.
"She… she's not using a ring…" someone muttered fearfully. "What the hell is that transformation?"
"That's impossible."
Hayley lifted her red eyes toward them.
"I'm an alpha," she growled, her voice distorted by the beast within. "I don't need crutches. And prepare yourselves, because I managed to survive fighting Caroline for five whole seconds in this form."
She said it with enormous pride.
Then one of the Guerrera charged.
He was fast.
Very fast.
But Elijah was faster.
In a black blur, he appeared in front of Hayley and grabbed the man by the face.
CRACK.
His head twisted completely around.
The body dropped lifelessly.
Another wolf tried attacking from behind.
Elijah elegantly dodged and ripped the werewolf's arm off before driving the bone straight through his throat.
Blood splattered across the walls.
Hayley moved next.
She slammed a Guerrera in the chest with enough force to send him flying through the door of an abandoned shop.
Before he could get back up, Hayley entered like an animal.
Her claws came down violently.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
The man's chest became shredded flesh.
Outside, Elijah stood surrounded by six Guerrera wolves.
And smiling.
"Honestly," he commented while adjusting his sleeve, "I expected more from you."
They all attacked at once.
Fatal mistake.
Elijah dodged the first strike and shattered one man's knee with a sharp kick. He grabbed another by the throat and hurled him into a parked car.
The impact crushed the vehicle completely.
A third wolf actually managed to hit Elijah across the face.
For one second.
Only one second.
The Original slowly turned his head back toward him.
His eyes gleamed coldly.
"Poor choice."
He grabbed the Guerrera by the jaw… and ripped half his face off in one brutal pull.
Hayley emerged from the shop covered in blood.
Breathing heavily.
Smiling.
Three more werewolves charged her simultaneously.
She ducked at the perfect moment, sliding across the wet asphalt. Her claws sliced through one of their tendons.
The man collapsed screaming.
Hayley grabbed his head and smashed it against the pavement violently.
CRACK.
Another tried grabbing her from behind.
Elijah appeared instantly.
He ripped the wolf's heart out before he could even touch her.
Hayley glared at him.
"I could've handled him."
"I'm sure you could have," Elijah replied calmly while dropping the still-beating heart onto the ground. "But I prefer not taking risks."
She was about to respond when a howl echoed through the entire street.
More Guerrera wolves appeared.
Dozens this time.
Elijah's eyes narrowed.
Hayley simply smiled.
"Now this is getting fun."
The werewolves slowly surrounded the two of them.
But there was hesitation now.
Fear.
Because the woman standing before them wasn't a normal wolf.
She was a true alpha.
No rings.
No chains.
No loss of control.
And beside her stood Elijah Mikaelson.
The monster who had spent centuries leaving mountains of corpses behind him.
Then the slaughter truly began.
Hayley moved first.
She leapt onto a car and landed on top of a Guerrera wolf, driving her claws through his chest while using his body as momentum to strike another.
Elijah entered the fight right after her like a silent storm.
Necks snapping.
Hearts ripped out.
Blood covering the asphalt.
A massive Guerrera managed to grab Hayley by the arm and throw her into a wall.
Concrete cracked on impact.
Elijah appeared instantly, furious.
Very furious.
The vampire grabbed the man by the face.
"You touched her."
And then he smashed the wolf's skull into his knee repeatedly until the head became something unrecognizable.
Hayley stood back up coughing.
"You're overreacting."
Elijah turned toward her, still breathing heavily.
"And you're getting hurt."
"It's a fight!"
"Yes. And I intend to make sure you survive it."
Before she could answer, a partially transformed Guerrera charged at them roaring.
Hayley smiled fiercely.
"He's mine."
She sprinted toward him.
The two collided like trucks.
Claws tearing flesh.
Fangs trying to reach throats.
The werewolf was enormous, empowered by the full moon and the Moonlight Ring.
But Hayley was an alpha.
She grabbed his arm, twisted violently, and ripped the limb clean off.
His howl of pain echoed through the street.
Then Hayley drove her hand into his chest… and ripped out his still-pulsing heart.
Silence.
The remaining Guerrera wolves stepped back.
Terrified.
Hayley let the heart fall to the ground slowly while her glowing red eyes shined through the darkness.
"Who's next?"
---++---
Elsewhere, several dead wolves were scattered across the ground while an older man around his fifties cleaned his hands with a cloth.
"Well, they're not wolves like the old days…" He looked into the distance and smiled while taking a step forward. "An alpha. Finally something worthwhile."
He smiled cruelly.
But he failed to take the next step.
"Where are you going, Mikael?" Davina appeared behind him with an expression of fear and disgust. "That disgusting aura… what is it? It's the second time I've felt it."
"Nothing, child. Let's leave," Mikael answered, losing his excitement, though the final part was spoken only in his mind. "It seems the alpha is allied with my traitorous son. But since I have an agreement with the animal's son, I cannot hunt them. So be it. They are no longer my children anyway."