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

2: The Night Howls

Bjorn turned the key and pushed the door open, letting the dim light of their loft spill into the hallway. As they stepped inside, they were greeted by the sound of soft humming and the smell of fresh soap. Spike, half-naked, a towel wrapped lazily around his waist, was walking out of the bathroom, his wet hair still dripping.

"Well, look who's back," Spike said with a smirk, clearly unbothered by his lack of clothing. "How was the train ride? Anything exciting?"

Conrad rolled his eyes as he shifted back to his human form, adjusting his shirt. "If you consider werewolf attacks exciting, then yeah. Wild time."

Spike's eyes widened slightly. "Werewolves? In Manila? This is getting more interesting by the second."

Zyro collapsed onto the couch, stretching out his legs. "They hit us hard in the LRT, middle of the train. A couple of wolves in human form just decided to make a scene. Luckily, we kept it low profile. No humans got hurt."

Bjorn leaned against the door, arms crossed, still thinking about the shadowy figure he'd seen on the billboard. "There's more to it than that. Someone was watching us. I saw them just before the fight ended."

Spike raised an eyebrow, walking over and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. "Watching? Like, one of the wolves?"

"No," Bjorn replied, his tone serious. "Someone else. They were standing on a billboard. They didn't attack—they just... watched."

Zyro sat up, his expression thoughtful. "That's weird. You think they're working with the werewolves?"

Conrad, now seated at the dining table, shook his head. "Not sure. But the wolves didn't seem coordinated. It was more like they were trying to take us out fast, almost like they were under orders."

Spike gulped down his water and leaned against the counter. "Maybe they were testing you. See what you're capable of."

"Testing us?" Conrad's brows furrowed. "For what?"

Bjorn sighed, pacing slightly. "We don't know, but it's clear this attack wasn't random and the fact that it happened here, in the middle of the city, is concerning."

Spike, now more serious, ran a hand through his wet hair. "Manila isn't exactly prime werewolf territory. So if they're here, something's up."

"Of course, the Ghost Alpha is here." Bjorn explained. "Ever since we left Iloilo, every vampire and wolves took interest on Conrad."

"I'm more of a superstar than you, Spikey." Conrad smirked.

Zyro nodded. "We need to find out what's pulling the strings. Wolves don't move like this unless they're being pushed."

Conrad glanced at Bjorn. "Do you think this is related to the Ghost Alpha thing?"

Bjorn's jaw tightened at the mention of the Ghost Alpha, the weight of the situation settling in. "It's possible. But we need more information. Whoever's behind this... they're playing a dangerous game."

Spike smirked, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, count me in. If there's going to be more action, I'll at least put on a shirt next time."

Zyro chuckled. "Might be a good idea. We don't want the wolves thinking they've stumbled into a fashion show."

****

Luke sat in the dimly lit luxury penthouse, high above the bustling streets of Manila, lounging on an extravagant sofa surrounded by women. Their laughter echoed through the room, drowning out the low hum of the city outside. It had been a month since the Lamintao fortress debacle, and whispers of the Ghost Alpha still circled the supernatural underworld like a storm on the horizon. Luke had been hunting for Bjorn and the Ghost Alpha ever since, but tonight, he allowed himself a break—immersing in indulgence and pleasure.