Werewolf Of FeverPeak

Chapter 20: Blood and Fur

The werewolf lunged at them, a blur of teeth and claws. Crowley rolled out of the way as Scarecrow swung his blade, the sharp hook at the end of the chain whipping toward the beast. It caught Lonny across the shoulder, slicing through fur and skin, but the werewolf barely flinched, its rage fueling its strength.

Scarecrow yanked the chain back, preparing for another strike, but Lonny was faster. The werewolf's claws slashed through the air, catching Scarecrow across the chest, sending him crashing into a nearby vendor's stall. The stall collapsed under the impact, scattering debris and food everywhere.

Crowley fired again, the silver bullets sparking as they hit the beast. Lonny howled, staggering, but he kept coming. He charged at Crowley, jaws snapping. Crowley barely dodged, but the beast's claws raked across his side, drawing blood.

"Move!" Scarecrow shouted, swinging the chain again. This time, the hook sank deep into the werewolf's side. He pulled hard, dragging the beast back, but Lonny snarled and ripped the blade free, blood spraying across the ground. His glowing eyes locked on Crowley, hatred burning within them.

"We need the silver bullets!" Crowley shouted, backing toward his motorcycle.

"Where?" Scarecrow grunted, dodging another slash.

"My house-basement!" Crowley fired again, but the werewolf was relentless, dodging most of the shots.

"Go. I'll keep him busy," Scarecrow growled, his blade spinning in a deadly arc.

Crowley didn't waste a second. He bolted toward his motorcycle, jumping on and tearing down the street, the roar of the engine drowning out the chaos behind him. Scarecrow stood his ground, chains whipping through the air as Lonny charged at him once again.

The fight moved quickly through the streets, Lonny's massive form crashing into everything in his path. He swiped at Scarecrow with primal fury, but Scarecrow moved like a shadow, dodging and striking with precision. Every blow from the chain left deep gashes in the werewolf's hide, but the beast's strength was terrifying.

Lonny roared, his claws catching Scarecrow by the arm, lifting him into the air. Scarecrow's body twisted as the werewolf hurled him across the road, slamming him into a parked car. Scarecrow groaned, struggling to his feet, his vision blurring.

The werewolf loomed over him, its jaws wide, ready to deliver the final blow.