"Well, looks like they left us quite the show." I looked around and there were werewolves everywhere.
At least three different packs gathered in the same place. The Guerreras really sold the werewolves a dream.
"Yeah, looks like they actually took us seriously." Caroline smiled as she walked to the center. "Leave this to me?"
She transformed the skin on her fists into black steel with her vampire magic and observed the wolves calmly.
"Vampires, you are forbidden from this city," one of the werewolves said as he stepped forward, his golden-yellow eyes glowing. "Leave, and we'll ignore you."
"Hahahaha, ignore us? With this army?" I laughed loudly while looking around at at least thirty wolves.
That was a massive number of werewolves.
And exactly why they were dangerous.
"So, are you trying to start a war?" I asked with fake innocence. "Like, what's the point of this?"
"You forced us into this," the wolf answered with a growl. "You vampires kill us openly, and when we fight back somehow we're the villains?"
Blah, blah, blah, blah.
Oppressed people fighting back speech.
Heard it before.
"One last question. Are you part of the Guerrera family or just cannon fodder?" I asked.
"I'm the alpha of the northern New York pack," the wolf said arrogantly.
Damn man, you're really far from home. You seriously left New York just to die in New Orleans?
"You? An alpha? Hahaha." I laughed in amusement. "Your eyes aren't even red, and you still call yourself an alpha?"
"What the hell are you talking about, bastard?" the wolf shouted, and I lost patience.
"Enough. I'm not wasting time with vampires anymore. Kill them."
"Love, please." I waved at Caroline before turning toward the supposed alpha. "I'll handle the 'alpha.' Can you take care of the rest?"
She only nodded because she didn't even have time to answer before a wolf lunged at her at full speed.
But Caroline was a vampire from my bloodline.
She didn't grow stronger with age.
She grew stronger with potential.
And on a scale from zero to ten, her potential was a ten.
That made her comparable to a thousand-year-old vampire.
So to her, the wolf was moving in slow motion.
Caroline simply stepped aside and let him pass.
Then she appeared behind him and grabbed his face.
Her hands ignited with vampire flames and the wolf turned to ashes in seconds.
Seeing she had things under control, I disappeared and reappeared in front of the so-called alpha.
"What the hell is she?"
The wolf looked shocked by the fact Caroline had magic and even took a step back.
And I smelled fear.
"She's the love of my life, my wife," I said proudly. "And be happy she's the one dealing with your men, because my other woman, Amara, despite looking innocent and harmless, is much crueler than Caroline."
"What the hell are you talking about?" the wolf growled.
"Nothing much. To make things fair for you, I'll fight with only one arm."
I grabbed one of my arms and ripped it off. The pain was immense, but I endured it and used magic to stop it from regenerating immediately.
"Come on then, mister 'alpha.'"
I made sure to put emphasis on the quotation marks because he wasn't an alpha.
"You're insane, you psychopath!" the wolf snarled and shouted, throwing a fit, but I could smell the fear on him.
The supposed alpha attacked first.
Probably because standing still near me was destroying his nerves.
His claws cut through the air toward my neck, fast enough to tear the head off an ordinary vampire.
I dodged with a simple movement.
"Slow," I said calmly.
The wolf spun and tried to hit me again, but I grabbed his arm before the strike connected.
The ground cracked when I slammed him into the asphalt.
His howl of pain echoed through the street.
"You came all the way from New York for this?" I asked while stepping on his chest. "Damn… that's humiliating."
He growled and tried to stand up.
I let him.
On purpose.
Because this wasn't a fight.
It was a slow execution.
Around us, the screams of the other wolves started increasing.
Caroline had turned into a walking disaster.
One of the wolves jumped onto her back and sank his teeth into her metallic shoulder.
The sound was horrible.
CRACK.
The werewolf's teeth shattered.
Caroline slowly turned her head toward him.
And smiled.
"That was cute."
Her hands exploded with black flames.
She grabbed the wolf's jaw and the flames invaded his body from the inside. The smell of burning flesh filled the street before he turned into ashes.
Two others attacked at the same time.
One managed to hit her back.
Their claws tore part of her clothes and left red marks beneath the black steel skin.
Another bit the side of her arm.
This time the teeth partially pierced through.
The venom entered.
I smelled it immediately.
Any normal vampire would start dying right there.
Caroline?
She only looked at the bite on her arm.
"Ah… so sleeping's gonna hurt tonight."
Then she grabbed the werewolf's head and smashed him against her knee hard enough to break his spine.
She was completely covered in blood now.
Hers.
Theirs.
And smiling.
The wolves were finally starting to realize the problem.
She wasn't going down.
No matter how many bites landed.
No matter how many attacked her together.
Caroline belonged to my bloodline.
Their venom killed vampires.
But us?
We were something else.
Meanwhile, the fake alpha took another step back while staring at me.
I could hear his heart racing.
"You're scared," I said.
"Shut up!"
"No, seriously." I tilted my head. "You're trembling."
He attacked in rage.
Finally.
His claws came straight for my face.
I let him hit me.
His claws tore through my skin and blood ran down my face.
The wolf's eyes widened for a second.
Then the wound immediately started regenerating.
"Now it's my turn."
The knee strike hit his stomach like a truck.
The alpha coughed blood before flying into a car.
The vehicle nearly flipped from the impact.
He tried to stand.
I appeared in front of him before he could.
"You know the difference between you and a real alpha?" I asked while holding his throat.
He tried to pry my hand off.
Useless.
"A real alpha enters a war knowing he might die." I smiled slightly. "You entered thinking you'd win."
Then I ripped one of the claws off his hand.
His scream echoed through the street.
"Look at this…" I waved the torn claw around. "Your eyes don't even turn red."
He tried to attack me desperately.
I ripped another one off.
"You know the worst part?"
Another one.
"The Guerreras probably don't even remember your name."
Another one.
The wolf was already panting.
Desperate.
Broken.
"You're just a number," I whispered near his ear. "They sent you here to die because nobody important wanted to come."
The smell of fear became almost irritating.
Behind me, Caroline punched her entire arm through a werewolf's chest.
She ripped out his still-beating heart.
Five more surrounded her.
Out of the original thirty, almost all were dead.
The ground was covered in ashes, blood, and mutilated bodies.
And still the wolves kept attacking because now it wasn't courage anymore.
It was panic.
They had realized too late that they were facing monsters.
One of them managed to sink his teeth into Caroline's neck.
Another tore open part of her abdomen.
A third restrained her arm.
She simply took a deep breath.
Then vampire magic exploded outward.
Black steel covered her entire body this time.
The black flames spread in waves.
The three wolves burned alive screaming.
Caroline walked out of the ashes slowly.
Sick.
Injured.
Bleeding.
And completely indifferent.
She looked around for more enemies.
"That's all that's left?" she asked in disappointment.
The fake alpha heard that.
And lost the rest of his courage.
"Monsters…" he muttered.
I smiled.
"No." I tilted my head while watching Caroline destroy another wolf with a punch. "She's a monster."
I grabbed his face tightly.
"Me?" My smile widened. "You could've turned all of them into ashes instantly. Why didn't you?"
"I learned from you, mister one-arm," Caroline smiled at me, and I smiled back.
"True. You know you look gorgeous covered in blood?"
I removed the magic stopping my regeneration and my arm regenerated in seconds, creating a new arm from scratch.
"So damn gorgeous… makes me wanna devour you."
"Ooh, dangerous," Caroline teased. "I wanna be devoured by you too."
I appeared in front of her and wrapped one hand around her waist and the other around the back of her neck, pulling her into a kiss.
That's when the screams happened.
Men and women screaming.
"Looks like Amara's having fun," Caroline murmured. "Pacifist my ass."
I dragged the fake alpha across the asphalt by his hair.
The wolf tried to resist, tried digging his claws into the ground, but after everything he'd seen Caroline do… after hearing the screams coming from the next street over…
His courage had already died.
"No…" he muttered while panting. "No… I don't wanna see…"
"But I do," I answered with a smile.
Caroline walked beside me calmly.
Covered in blood.
Open bite wounds spread across her arms, neck, and abdomen.
The black steel skin slowly faded while her regeneration worked.
She looked like she had stepped straight out of a horror movie.
And still…
Hot as hell.
She noticed me staring and smirked.
"What?"
"Nothing." I shrugged. "Just thinking I have the two hottest and most dangerous women on this planet."
Caroline laughed.
"You're saying that while we're covered in blood."
"Especially because of that."
She shook her head while holding back laughter.
When we turned the corner…
The fake alpha started trembling.
For real.
The entire street looked cursed.
Streetlights flickered nonstop.
The shadows of the buildings moved like living creatures.
The ground looked like it was breathing.
And the screams…
My God, the screams.
One werewolf was running in circles while smashing his own head like he was trying to tear something out of it.
Another was on the ground crying and begging someone to save his daughter.
But there was no daughter.
Only Amara.
She walked slowly through the street while her golden eyes glowed in the darkness.
Calm.
Elegant.
Almost delicate.
That contrast made everything worse.
Because she didn't look like a monster.
She looked like an angel walking through a nightmare.
One of the werewolves tried to run away.
The street behind him distorted.
Buildings folded like paper.
The sky became a black ocean filled with giant eyes staring at him.
The man started screaming desperately.
"MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!"
He tripped and fell.
But when he tried to stand…
His own hands started sinking into the asphalt.
Like quicksand.
It wasn't real.
But it became real.
Reality itself warped alongside the illusion.
The wolf slowly sank while screaming.
The others watched in absolute terror.
One of them tried to attack Amara from behind.
She didn't even turn around.
The werewolf passed through an illusion.
And immediately started screaming.
Because now he saw thousands of hands rising from the shadows and dragging him downward.
He clawed at himself desperately trying to escape something that only existed inside his mind.
But the wounds appeared for real.
Blood started covering his entire body.
Caroline watched with near fascination.
"She improved again…"
The pride in her voice was obvious.
I smiled while watching Amara in the distance.
My chest actually warmed seeing her like that.
Beautiful.
Cruel.
Absolutely unstoppable.
"She's taking it easy today," I commented.
The fake alpha's eyes widened in shock.
"EASY?!"
Amara finally noticed our presence.
She slowly turned toward us.
Smiled sweetly.
And every remaining wolf instantly panicked just because of that smile.
One of them started screaming before she even did anything.
"SHE'S LOOKING AT ME!"
Amara tilted her head slightly, almost confused.
Then the werewolf started seeing something.
Whatever it was…
It completely broke him.
The man dropped to his knees crying and begging for death.
The fake alpha started trying to crawl away from me desperately.
"No… no… get her away from me…"
I yanked him back by the hair.
"Why?" I asked laughing. "She hasn't even touched you yet."
"SHE'S NOT NORMAL!"
"Of course she isn't," I answered as if it were obvious.
Caroline crossed her arms while staring at the destruction around us with pure admiration.
"She really is incredible."
"I know," I said without taking my eyes off Amara.
Because while the werewolves saw a demon…
All I could see was my woman.
And honestly?
That only made me love her even more.
Silence finally began taking over the street.
The screams stopped.
The few surviving werewolves had fled minutes ago.
The fake alpha was unconscious on the ground after fainting from pure fear when Amara decided to look directly into his eyes.
Pathetic.
The entire city looked like a post-apocalyptic scenario now.
Destroyed cars.
Cracked asphalt.
Ashes scattered by the wind.
And in the middle of all that…
My two women.
Caroline wiped blood from the corner of her mouth while her regeneration finished closing the bite wounds.
Amara walked slowly through the street while her illusions gradually disappeared.
The sky returned to normal.
The shadows stopped moving.
The streetlights finally stabilized.
As if the world itself had sighed in relief because she decided to stop.
I looked at both of them.
And honestly?
My ego increased by at least 300% just thinking they were with me.
"So…" I opened my arms while looking at them both. "Who won the competition?"
Caroline raised an eyebrow.
"Competition?"
"Of course." I pointed at the bodies scattered around. "Largest amount of psychological trauma versus largest amount of physical violence."
Amara placed a hand on her chest pretending to be offended.
"I'm extremely gentle."
Caroline started laughing.
"You made a werewolf try to claw his own eyes out."
"And he was being dramatic."
I couldn't help laughing.
Amara finally approached us.
Even without a single drop of blood on her, she was still the scariest thing there.
Caroline pointed that out immediately.
"This is unfair." She crossed her arms. "I'm covered in blood, bitten up, and looking like a slasher movie killer while you still look like a princess."
Amara smiled innocently.
"Maybe because I'm elegant."
"Maybe because you're scary as hell," I corrected.
Amara looked at me with fake offense.
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
"Love…" I held her face gently. "That's literally one of the things I love most about you."
She tried hiding her smile.
Failed miserably.
Caroline made a fake disgusted sound.
"Ugh, you two are so cheesy."
"You were burning werewolves alive ten minutes ago." I looked at her. "You don't get to complain about cheesiness after that."
"Yes, I do."
She finished speaking and immediately grabbed my collar, kissing me quickly.
Just to provoke.
Amara immediately narrowed her eyes.
"That was a low blow."
"War is war," Caroline replied with a grin.
I started laughing.
"My God, I really won the lottery."
Amara grabbed my arm and pulled me toward her this time, leaving a soft kiss at the corner of my mouth before whispering:
"You're saying that now because you're not the one cleaning the illusions off the street."
"Oh no." I immediately stepped back. "That part is clearly your job."
Caroline instantly pointed at me.
"Look at the audacity of this man."
"I fought with one arm!" I protested.
"You ripped your own arm off because you wanted to," Caroline shot back immediately.
"Irrelevant detail."
Amara started laughing softly while resting her head on my shoulder.
And for a few seconds…
It all felt absurdly normal.
Three monsters covered in blood and magic.
Standing in the middle of a destroyed street.
Joking around like an ordinary couple after an ordinary night.
Caroline looked around at the chaos and then back at us.
"So…" she smirked. "What's the excuse this time when people ask who destroyed half the street?"
I shrugged.
"Gas leak."
Amara nodded seriously.
"Very believable."
Caroline stared at me for two seconds before bursting into genuine laughter.
And honestly?
The sound of their laughter was far more dangerous than the entire battle had been.