Conquest of Magic

Part 60

As they burst from the forest, the wolves transformed mid-leap, their massive bodies taking shape in a flurry of fur and power. Jackson's amber eyes burned with a fierce intensity, a thirst for battle that was both terrifying and captivating. His eyes gleamed with an almost predatory hunger, reflecting the lethal nature of werewolf bites for vampires. The sound of their growls sent shockwaves through the battlefield, causing the vampires to recoil in panic.

The vampires, clearly unprepared for the sudden appearance of the wolves, were overtaken by fear as the beasts tore through their ranks. The wolves were larger than average, their muscles rippling under their fur, making them formidable opponents. Each vampire that encountered them met a swift and brutal end, their throats bitten through with terrifying ease.

The wolves formed a protective circle around me, their eyes locked onto the vampires with a ferocious glare. Their growls reverberated through the air, a deep, resonant sound that rattled the bones of both witches and vampires alike. They stood guard as if I were their queen, a testament to their loyalty and strength.

Jackson, towering among them, stood by my side, his powerful frame a pillar of strength. His fur was a deep, rich brown, and his muscles were finely honed, a clear sign of his formidable power. He moved with a grace that belied his size, each step a controlled display of his strength and agility.

He locked eyes with me, his amber gaze filled with intense, unwavering affection. Through the connection of our minds, his voice echoed in my head, steady and reassuring. "I will not fail to protect you once again," he vowed, his tone both fierce and tender. "Protect the Queen," he commanded to the wolves, his authority unquestionable.

Sophia's eyes looked like they would bulge out of their sockets. Stanely and Queen Irna looked at me nervously. The vampires looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, I heard a sound of laughter among the vampires.

"Well, well, well. What are the muts doing here?" Said King Edmond, appearing from the crowd, along with William locking gaze with the Warewolves.

Queen Irna stepped forward with her sword.

Edmond looked at her and laughed.

"How dare you?" Queen Irna said in a sharp voice and clenched her jaw.

He looked at her with hatred in his eyes. "What else do you expect?"

Edmond growled, and his whole body started shaking.

"You killed my wife. You took away my son's bride. I was humiliated in front of my people. Should I add more to the list?" He asked, walking to his left gracefully as if he were taking a stroll in the garden.

"We can wipe out your entire race if you don't stop now," Queen Irna warns, her voice firm and powerful.

King Edmond smirks, his fangs extending threateningly. "It doesn't look like my race is getting wiped out," he scoffs, his tone dripping with hatred.

Lord Zaphyr stepped forward, his regal presence commanding attention as he stood beside Queen Irna. "Edmond, you broke the treaty." "You will be punished for this," he said, his voice filled with authority and rage.

Edmond glanced around with an arrogant sneer. "As far as I know, the council is not supposed to take part in the war. Right?" He raised an eyebrow, challenging anyone to disagree.

"This is between myself and the witches. "You should stay out of it until it's over," he said arrogantly.

Lord Zaphyr's face tightened with frustration. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles white with anger. Despite his divine power, he felt a deep sense of helplessness. As a god, he was bound by rules and could not directly involve himself in the war. He looked at Queen Irna with regret.