Weres

34. Bloodsuckers

Jared ripped apart the neck of a marble-skinned being with his long canines and threw away the detached body, staining the muddy ground with its blood. His eyes then fell on another female knight speeding toward him with an unnatural pace.

She jumped forward to crash on Jared's large lycan frame but her movements halted as he wrapped his long fingers around her neck and crushed it with a loud snap. She withered under his hold before death took her.

Jared let out a loud guttural growl, which lost its intensity under all other sounds of screaming and growling around him. His nose was filled with the stench of blood and fresh corpses.

Had he been made to face this battle a year ago, he would've surely passed out and mistaken as one of the deads. But a year of fighting beside Odis made him stronger—made him a warrior. His red orbs scanned the area of forest in search of his next prey.

His lycan was thirsty to kill more of these bloodsuckers.

Dimitri had always made sure to attack lycans by sending a large horde of his sired pawns but tonight Jared noted that their numbers were lacking. Knights relied on their speed and numbers since their strength was lesser than that of lycans and wolves.

His comrades too fought and thrashed bloodsuckers viciously... yet the battle seemed too easy compared to those that they had before. Not a single lycan was killed yet.

All the enemies he had killed till now were too convenient, as if the knights hadn't even bothered to put up a fight.

A hard jolt on his back brought Jared out of his thoughts. He turned around to see white, lifeless eyes staring back at him. And once again the fight commenced.

After slaughtering knights after knights, he lost count. His enemies were weaker but killing them was never this easy.

Jared concluded that this battle was one of Dimitri's tricks. The bastard was known to play dirty.

Jared scanned his surrounding for Odis. He suspected that Odis must've figured it out by now. His eyes moved in all directions but all they met was lycans who were busy ripping apart the vamps.

There was no sign of Odis.

The smell of blood was thick in the air, hindering Jared to detect Odis' scent. He started to trail the path where he had previously seen his leader fighting. There was a high chance that Odis could've gone the other way, but Jared followed his gut.

He ran through the fighting lycans and knights, smashing and butchering the enemies who came in his way.

By the time he reached the less populated area of forest, he was bleeding badly. The claw marks—the courtesy of knights—on his chest were healing very slowly. His strength was fading. He was injured and tired, still he went on.

Jared was trudging through the ground when a painful howl reverberated through the woods.

Odis!

On cue another howl echoed confirming Jared's suspicion, making him rush through the long trees. The howl wasn't loud enough to be heard by other lycans—who were fighting back near the mansion—in the midst of already loud battle cries.

As he reached the clearing, the scene in front of him felt like a punch to his gut. The number of knights were trying to claw, tear apart Odis. Odis' torn flesh and smeared blood indicated that they were succeeding.

They were all surrounding the wounded lycan, who was now barely standing. Jared didn't count the vamps but there had to be at least 30 and they were all attacking Odis together.

No matter how powerful he was, Odis didn't stand a chance against all of them.

The knights had Odis cornered to the secluded part away, from all other lycans. Now Jared understood Dimitri's plan.