Stephen’s Perspective Damn it! This bunch of damned Wolf cubs, their lair is even more meager than I imagined. We rushed into this so-called wolf-protected town as if we were crushing bugs. It’s really not bad to watch those usually haughty monsters now running away in panic. Carl was right, you couldn’t go easy on these beasts. We herded the humans out of the way like sheep. As for the useless, old, and weak werewolves? Hmph, they were just wasting air. A few crisp gunshots later, more bodies littered the ground. Watching the last glimmer fade from their eyes didn’t even make a ripple in my heart. Experimental value? These pieces of trash weren’t worth it. Setting the fire was the most satisfying part. Watching the beast-stained house devoured by flames, wood crackling in its death throes, thick smoke billowing skyward, a sickening sense of fulfillment welled up inside me. It was as relaxing as taking a walk at the hospital. Apart from the half-dead traitor Brett on the bed, there were only a few doctors, nurses and such who were so scared that they were almost wetting their pants. My man pulled him up from the hospital bed as if he were a chicken. "Hey, look who it is! Our precious little hunter, now crawling like a mangy dog. What? Those she-wolves lick your dick nice and cozy?" I grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look up at me. There was no fear in his eyes, just fucking sickening resolve. That look pissed me off. I punched him in the gut, then hearing his muffled groan of pain. Then a second punch, a third... until he coughed up blood and collapsed. Fucking satisfying. "Tie him up and toss him in the trunk. The boss wants him alive, but he didn’t say we couldn’t take a little ‘souvenir’." Watching him get tossed into the car like a rag doll, I spat. That’s what traitors deserve. Maya’s Perspective Rose’s tail twitched nervously against my shoulder, and I could feel the tension beneath her fur. Ominous black smoke rose in the direction of the distant town, but we were now too busy to handle it all. "Behind that tree on the left. Another one trying to flank us." " Rose whispered in my mind, her cat eyes gleaming in the darkness. I immediately waved my fingers and sang in a low voice. Ripples spread in the air, and the position of the tree instantly distorted. The hunter, who held a gun and thought he was hiding, was stunned to find himself back in place, almost crashing into his accomplice. How stupid! "Damn it! This place is so creepy!" The leading hunter roared in a fit of rage and fired a batch of bullets at the seemingly empty fence. As a result, the bullets bounced off as if they were hitting rubber. The obstacles and defensive spells that Rose and I set up together are not something that can be broken by a mere rifle. Dave and Jim’s worried looks and parting words still echoed in my mind. "Protect the little ones." I lowered my head and looked at the few pairs of little Wolf eyes shining in the darkness and filled with fear in the room behind me. Aurora, along with several other children, were snuggling closely together. My heart tightened. We must hold this place. These hunters were as annoying as flies. They couldn’t get in, but we couldn’t get out to help the townspeople either. This feeling of being pinned down was awful. After an unknown period of stalemate, those hunters seemed to have finally given up. The leader angrily kicked the ground (of course, on our vision) and roared, "Retreat!" Damn it! Set it on fire and burn this godforsaken place!" They randomly threw several Molotov cocktails at the surrounding shrubs and trees. Flames shot up, but they were still far from the hut. Seeing their headlights disappear at the end of the road, Rose and I finally let out a sigh of relief, but our hearts remained heavy. Over there in the small town... Hope they could hold on.