Sword of Vengeance (Bjorn and Zyro #2)[COMPLETED]

1: LRT, Manila

Two Months Later 

The ticket booth was a mess of impatient commuters, the line moving slower than a dying vampire in sunlight. Bjorn tapped his foot impatiently, his eyes scanning the crowd at the LRT station. The smell of pollution mixed with the scent of sweat, but underneath it all was something else—a scent that had put him on edge since they arrived in Manila.

"You're gonna wear a hole in the ground," Zyro quipped, leaning against the column beside him.

Bjorn shot him a look. "I don't like waiting."

"Yeah, well, neither do they," Zyro said, nodding towards a group of people who were glaring at them for taking too long at the booth.

Conrad stepped up, holding the tickets in hand. "Got 'em. Train arrives in three minutes."

They made their way to the platform, the sound of vendors calling out for passengers to grab a last snack before boarding fading into the background. The hum of the city stretched around them, but Bjorn couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching them.

"Manila's got a different vibe from Barotac," Conrad muttered, his eyes scanning the platform.

Zyro chuckled. "Different city, same problems."

The train's arrival was announced by a metallic screech, and within moments, the doors slid open. They boarded quickly, the crowd pressing in around them. The trio found a spot near the middle of the car, trying to stay inconspicuous. But something was off. Bjorn could feel it.

"Three minutes of waiting, then this?" Bjorn muttered to Zyro.

"You always have a flair for the dramatic," Zyro replied, shrugging.

The train jerked violently as it started moving, the lights flickering briefly. And that's when they noticed them—three men at the far end of the car, their eyes glowing faintly.

"Werewolves," Bjorn whispered, straightening his posture.

Conrad gripped the handle by the door, his eyes narrowing. "They must have followed us."

Zyro sighed. "You'd think they'd let us enjoy public transport for once."

The lead werewolf smirked as they stepped forward. "You won't make it out of here, vampires."

Bjorn's lip curled into a sarcastic grin. "I paid for my ticket. You gonna fine me?"

Without a word, the wolves lunged.

****

The train screeched to a sudden halt, the jolt throwing passengers off balance. For a brief moment, confusion filled the air. Then the howls echoed through the carriage, sending a cold shiver down Bjorn's spine.

Conrad's body began to shift, his bones cracking, muscles expanding as he morphed into his werewolf form. His eyes glowed an intense gold as fur sprouted across his body. He let out a low growl, baring his fangs.

The lead werewolf lunged first, but Conrad was quicker. With a roar, he slammed the wolf into the steel pole, causing it to bend under the sheer force. Blood splattered across the windows as they tore into each other, claws slicing through fur and flesh like paper.

"Showoff," Bjorn muttered, pulling out his dagger. He caught sight of two other werewolves charging toward him and Zyro. "Shall we?"

Zyro flashed a grin. "Wouldn't miss it."

Bjorn moved like a shadow, his dagger glinting as he slashed at the nearest werewolf. The creature snarled, trying to swipe at him, but Bjorn ducked effortlessly and drove his blade deep into the werewolf's ribs. It howled in pain before Bjorn sank his fangs into its neck, draining it within seconds. The beast collapsed, lifeless, as Bjorn wiped his mouth with a flick of his wrist.

Zyro was locked in combat with the other, spinning his dagger around before plunging it into the werewolf's chest. "Not so tough now, are you?" he muttered before twisting the blade. The werewolf fell with a sickening thud.

The train car was a slaughterhouse—blood soaked the seats, and the metallic stench filled the air. Conrad roared, grabbing his opponent by the throat and throwing him through the train doors, smashing them wide open. The wolf hit the platform with a sickening crack, not moving again.

Bjorn noticed something—or rather, someone. His eyes caught the faintest movement beyond the chaos. Up ahead, on top of a massive billboard outside the station, a figure stood, silhouetted against the faint moonlight.

"Zyro," Bjorn said, his voice tight. "We're being watched."

Zyro glanced up, narrowing his eyes at the distant figure. "Friend or foe?"

"I'm not sure," Bjorn muttered, his gaze never leaving the shadow on the billboard. "But being in the city of sins brings only to more chaos."

The figure remained motionless, observing. Then, in a blur of speed, they were gone.