"What…. Is this?"
Power drummed through every muscle raw, heavy, dangerous. My spine stretched, bones thickening under the weight of something ancient. My claws dug trenches into concrete without effort. The air tasted different it tasted sharp, electric.
I looked down at my hands.
Not hands.
Claws. Black as the void between stars.
There was hair on my arms. No fur.
My fur it wasn't just dark. It absorbed the light. Every strand swallowed the world's glow, turning me into a moving shadow with weight and hunger. But my eyes… they cut through the darkness.
Blue. Cold. Clear.
A beast built for slaughter yet my mind? It didn't drown.
I remembered who the enemy was. I remembered who I was.
Hans pushed himself out of the rubble he'd been smashed into — fangs bared, coat torn, red eyes flicking with something new.
Not hunger.
Not amusement.
Curiosity.
" A werewolf, blue eyes should be an omega, this is still manageable then".
A deep growl rippled from deep inside my chest — not fear, not pain… a primal growl. The hunt was on.
I took a step forward.
The concrete buckled.
Hans licked his lips slowly, his head tilting. "Show me, little wolf… what you can do".
My muscles coiled tight and I leapt.
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Speed wasn't the right word.
Everything else slowed.
I tore through broken desks and fallen metal like mist, closing the distance before Hans's smirk could finish forming. His eyes widened.
I hit him like a truck.
We exploded through a wall, dust and plaster spiraling around us. Hans's ribs caved beneath my claws, hot blood slick across my knuckles. He laughed through the impact — not mocking now, but excited.
"YES! That's it!"
He vanished.
Pain stabbed across my back — metal shrieked as I skidded, claws carving sparks.
He stood ahead of me now, a smear of black and red against the chaos.
"Fast. Very fast," he admitted. "But instinct only takes you so far beast".
He flashed again—
But instinct didn't guide me.
Intellect did, I watched his fight against Emily I recognized those movements.
I turned with him — my jaws snapping right toward his throat. His hand shot up, catching my snout before I could crush bone. He shoved me back, but my claws raked his chest again — three deep gashes leaking dark blood.
He stared down at them.
Confusion filled his eyes.
"Could it be your still sane? But how this is not possible Omegas are known to be rabid beasts without any sanity. Could he be something else. No.. his eyes are blue like an Omegas".
He stared at me.
"What are y—
A blast of wind cut him off, sending him crashing into a pile of pallets.
—
"You forgot about me bastard".
Emily limped toward us, fur tattered, but eyes blazing. She stared at me like she wasn't sure whether to be terrified or relieved.
"Aric…" she breathed, almost disbelieving.
I wanted to answer her.
But Hans stepped into my sight again demanding attention.
"You two…" he hissed. "Persistent little pests."
He lunged first this time.
I met him halfway.
Our bodies collided, shockwaves splitting the floor. His fist cracked my jaw sideways — my claws sank into his shoulder in response. Pain roared up my arm as he twisted, nearly tearing the limb from its socket.
But I wouldn't let go.
A white blur crashed into Hans's side fangs tearing flesh. Emily's snarl echoed off steel and concrete.
She was fighting again.
Hans wrenched free with a furious shout, blood spraying from his arm. "You dare—!"
His kick launched Emily across the room. She rolled, skidding to a painful stop but she stood again, trembling but unbroken.
"We're not done," she spat, her voice a razor of defiance.
Hans wiped blood from his lips his gaze filled with anger.
I charged again.
He blocked my strike — Emily dashed behind him, claws raking his calf. He twisted toward her this gave me the moment I needed to slam my weight into his spine. Bone crunched beneath my shoulder.
Hans stumbled. Actual surprise flashed across his face.
We pressed.
Closer. Harder. Together.
Our movements were messy unpracticed powered by desperation more than coordination. But every second, we adapted. Every heartbeat, we grew sharper.
A failed swipe became a feint. A misstep set up a perfect strike, syncing without words.
We clashed like a two-bladed storm.
Emily's wind flared wild and fierce, tearing debris up into slicing air currents. I used the distraction, bursting through the razor-wind like an unstoppable shadow. Hans tried to dodge but I bite into his shoulder with my jaws, teeth grinding bone. He screamed blood spraying my tongue metallic and warm.
He clawed at my face desperate now ripping fur and skin. I didn't release him. Emily barreled into him, driving him backward until —
CRASH
He slammed into a steel support pillar cracking it like porcelain.
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Hans grins, blood smeared along his fingers.
"You think that slows me?" he hisses, voice slicing through the chaos. "Pathetic."
The warehouse trembles beneath my claws as I rush toward him once more, every inch of concrete and metal screaming under the force of our struggle.
Emily's white fur streaked with blood glints in the flickering lights, amber eyes narrowed, teeth bared. She lunges again, snapping, biting, wind spiraling around her like knives.
Hans steps back, amusement flickering in his red eyes, but only for a moment. Then his hand moves, slow and deliberate. The air thickens. I smell it first: iron, copper… blood.
"Enough," he says softly, almost tenderly. Then his hand lashes out. A thin ribbon of red arcs through the air98 Blood Slash. It cuts across Emily's side before she can twist fully out of the way. She yelps, claws digging into the floor, wind whipping around her as she struggles to stay upright. Her fur, once pure white, is almost entirely red now.
I want to rush to her, but my instincts scream at me: survive. Fight. He's watching me. Waiting for me to make the wrong move. Emily stumbles, panting, back pressed against a pile of crates. She's alive, barely, but she's out of the fight for now.
"Pathetic," Hans breathes, stepping over her, eyes glittering. "Do you feel it? That helplessness?"
I charge. My claws scrape concrete, sparks flying, muscles coiled like springs.
Suddenly Blood Bullet. A bead of red pulses at his fingertip, then shoots toward me. My shoulder slams into the wall before I can react, the impact driving me to one knee. Pain flares like fire along my arm and side. I bite back a scream, teeth clenching, eyes burning as blue light flashes in my pupils.
I stagger, trying to rise. He flicks his wrist again, sending another Blood Bullet tearing past, nicking my ribs, slicing shallow lines that sting like fire. My claws dig into the floor, sending shards of concrete flying. My heart hammers, fear clawing at the edges of my mind — but fury wins out.
I see Emily struggling to push herself up, fur matted, blood dripping. She lifts her head, eyes blazing at me. Her lips curl in a silent warning: don't die.
Hans tilts his head, voice cold and amused. "You're resilient. I'll give you that." He sweeps his arm across the space between us, another blood slash slicing the air. I dodge, barely, but the edge grazes my leg, burning through muscle.
I stumble again, claws digging in. Every breath tastes like iron, every movement feels heavy, and yet I move. I have to. He's coming closer. Step by step.
"Do you even understand?" he says, voice a hiss. "How fragile you are?" His blood gathers at his fingertips, pulsing with cruel rhythm. Blood Bullet again. This one strikes my chest, sending me crashing to the ground. Pain blossoms, hot and sharp, searing through every nerve. My vision blurs, but my eyes remain open, my blue pupils burning bright in the darkness of the warehouse.
I drag myself forward, teeth bared, claws slashing blindly. The beast in me is hungry, angry, roaring with frustration. I can feel my bones shake, my muscles scream, my blood pounding and yet I am still alive. Still fighting. Still human enough to want to survive.
Hans crouches, hand dripping with blood from the wall, eyes glittering. " A valiant attempt I will give you that but nonetheless defeated," he murmurs. His grin spreads as he steps over me, looming. I can smell the faint copper on his skin, the sharp tang of his power radiating outward.
Emily struggles behind a crate, panting, arm raised, eyes locked on me. She's hurt too badly to intervene but she's watching. Unable to do anything.
Hans raises his hands slowly, deliberately, crimson droplets gathering at his fingertips. He steps over the debris between us, looming over me like an executioner. Every instinct in me screams fight, flee, bite, tear but I can't.
"Goodbye," he whispers. A single flick, a pulse, a Blood Bullet forming in his palm. He aims straight for my chest.
I roll, claws scraping concrete, teeth bared, breath ragged. But I know it's too late.
Pain detonates through me as the bullet strikes, white‑hot and merciless.
Something primal surges up from the depths of my chest, a force too wild to contain… and then—
HOOOOOOOOWWWWWL!