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

4:Traitor in the City of Sins

Spike was patrolling the streets under the dim glow of the city lights. He passed through the bustling streets of Manila, where the occasional hum of a motorcycle or the honking of cars filled the air.

 España Boulevard is a lively and essential part of Manila's urban fabric, blending history, culture, and modernity in a way that reflects the dynamic spirit of the city. Whether you're there to shop, eat, or simply soak in the atmosphere, the boulevard offers a unique glimpse into the everyday life of Manila.

The boulevard features a blend of modern and traditional architecture, showcasing the evolution of Manila's urban design. You can see contemporary high-rises alongside older, Spanish colonial-style buildings that hint at the city's rich history.

The avenue was often adorned with palm trees and flowering plants, providing a touch of nature amidst the urban hustle. Sidewalks are lined with benches and small gardens, offering pockets of greenery where pedestrians can take a break.

As Spike neared the overpass close to the McDonald's, something caught his eye. He saw a familiar figure in the shadows—Luke. He was engaged in a tense conversation with a group of werewolves, their figures partially hidden beneath hoodies, blending into the city's night scene.

Spike quickly hid behind a nearby pillar, his senses heightened. Luke's voice was low but firm, his body language exuding authority as he gestured toward the werewolves. Spike strained to hear what they were saying, catching bits and pieces of their conversation.

"This isn't about Vanong anymore," Luke said, his voice laced with urgency. "The Ghost Alpha changes everything. We need to prepare."

One of the werewolves growled lowly, "And why should we trust you? You've crossed lines before, Luke."

Luke smirked, stepping closer to the werewolf. "Because I'm the only one who supplies the ammunition, and you need me if you want any chance of controlling the Ghost Alpha."

Spike narrowed his eyes. Luke was clearly playing both sides again, just like he had in Barotac Nuevo. Whatever he was planning, it was far from over. He had to get this information back to Bjorn and the others before it was too late.

As the conversation continued, Spike stayed low, his heart pounding in his chest, knowing that this encounter could have serious implications for their already dangerous situation.

"Fucking traitor." Spike hissed. 

"Spike!" she called, her voice brightening the night. "What are you doing here?"

"Just keeping an eye out for trouble," he replied, a playful grin crossing his face. "But it seems like trouble found me."

Suddenly, the air grew tense, and an eerie howl echoed through the alleyways. Violet's expression shifted from amusement to alarm.

Before they could react, a pack of werewolves emerged from the shadows, their eyes glinting with predatory hunger. The creatures lunged at them, snarling and baring their sharp teeth.

"Get ready!" Spike shouted, drawing his silver dagger. Violet followed suit, unsheathing her own weapon—a sleek, curved blade that glimmered ominously in the dim light.

The first werewolf charged, but Spike was quicker. He sidestepped the attack, delivering a swift blow to the creature's side with his dagger. The werewolf howled in pain before collapsing to the ground, its body twitching in the throes of death.

Violet was in her element, her blade dancing gracefully as she dispatched another werewolf with a swift strike, severing its head cleanly from its body. "We can't let them overwhelm us!" she shouted, adrenaline coursing through her veins.

Together, they fought fiercely, working in tandem to take down the relentless creatures. Spike kicked one werewolf away just as Violet delivered a lethal thrust to another, blood splattering on the pavement as they fought back the encroaching darkness.

But amidst the chaos, Spike noticed a particularly large werewolf emerging from the shadows, its fur bristling and eyes ablaze with rage. It charged at them, and with a fierce snarl, Spike prepared to engage.

"Watch out!" Violet yelled, her voice cutting through the night as she tried to warn him.

With a quick sidestep, Spike dodged its massive paw and countered with a powerful stab. The werewolf snarled, but before he could land a finishing blow, a sharp pain lanced through his side as another werewolf pounced from behind.

"Spike!" Violet cried, fighting her way through the fray to reach him. But in that instant, Spike felt a surge of strength. With a fierce roar, he slashed his dagger through the air, severing the attacking werewolf's throat. It fell lifelessly at his feet.

They fought back fiercely, determined to eliminate the remaining threats.

One by one, they dispatched the werewolves, but as the last creature fell, Spike spotted a figure darting away into the shadows—the lone survivor of the pack.

"Damn it!" Spike swore, frustration bubbling to the surface. "We can't let it get away!"

"Let it go!" Violet said, her breath coming in heavy gasps. "We've already fought too hard. We need to go back to your loft and warn the others"

With a reluctant nod, Spike turned back toward Violet, ready to leave the chaos behind. As they made their way back into the heart of the city, they couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something much darker lurking in the shadows.