She Belongs To The Devil

By now, both vampires' and werewolves' sides had already incurred significant losses of their soldiers.

The battleground that was full of fast-moving curse-bearers some time ago was now filled with the motionless injured and the dead.

The comparative loss was even greater for the vampires since they had no healers on their sides. And also because the werewolves weren't just injuring the vampires but were crushing their heads or heart and were instantly killing them.

Though the vampires were strong enough to easily lift and smash the werewolves, they had difficulty giving the killing blow to the wolves.

The werewolves' huge bodies when they were in their wolf form came as an advantage to them.

For the vampires, it was difficult to break the huge necks of the werewolves or go under their bellies to find the hearts without making themselves vulnerable to the counter-attack from the wolves.

As for the sorcerers who were fighting, after they witnessed the death of Laila, they instantly put up protective shields just like Tabitha had. The shield was pretty resilient. Thus, there were very few casualties on their sides.

They played more of a supportive role to the werewolves and they were helping in keeping the death of the wolves to the minimum.

"Just one more punch!" Both Nigel and Jonah forced themselves to drag their feet and move forward to give a killing blow to their opponent, hence, ending the whole battle.

From the strength of Nigel, Jonah had already figured out that he was the leader of the werewolves. So he had one goal in his mind by now. "Kill the leader and make all the others surrender."

Needless to say, Nigel was also thinking the same. "We will win if I kill him. I don't want any more pack members to die. I need to end his life this instant."

Nigel shifted his weight on his front legs and prepared himself to jump at Jonah.

Jonah also held out his arm as though it was the sharpest sword and leaped in the air.

Nigel was expecting that Jonah would try to pierce his heart. So he extended his paw to get to Jonah's chest first.

However, Jonah changed his stance at the last second and got under Nigel. He grabbed Nigel from below and flipped his body backward while still holding Nigel.

Nigel hit his head hard on the ground and crashed badly.

Nigel was already drained and this time, he was unable to pick himself up from the ground.

Jonah sluggishly pushed himself up and straddled the wolf that had poisoned him. Though Jonah was trying his best not to show the pain in his face, it was very evident that Nigel's poison was already killing him. His pale face had a grey hue in it. And all the wounds and scratches already looked like they were badly infected.

"Rest in peace, my friend," Jonah smugly smirked at Nigel.

"I'm not going to die… I have to watch my kids grow up…" Nigel thought to himself and desperately tried to raise his paw to push that vampire aside. But the still-healing wounds on his shoulder were not letting him do that.

A few werewolves tried to get past the vampires to help Nigel. However, the vampires were also trying to protect their commander. And none of them were able to get any close to those two leaders who were clinging on to their lives by a thread.

Jonah was fighting his dizziness as he tried to pinpoint the area on Nigel's chest from where he was hearing the heartbeat. He knew he didn't have much energy left so he wanted to finish off Nigel in one try.

He placed one of his hands near the area where he could hear the thumping sound from. And then he got ready to claw out Nigel's heart with his other hand.

"Hhaaaaaa…" Jonah gave out a cry to force himself to give that finishing blow.

Nigel's amber eyes were filled with anger and tears because he felt very helpless when that vampire was about to dig into his chest.

"Come on, Nigel! Push him off!" Nigel tried to move his body when suddenly, instead of puncturing Nigel's chest, Jonah covered his ears and began to scream as though he was in agony.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!"

That cry from their commander was able to attract the attention of a lot of vampires towards him.

It became counterproductive for the vampires though. The werewolves that they were in a stalemate with got the opening that they needed to crush those cold ones.

Nigel didn't know what was happening to Jonah but he took advantage of Jonah's vulnerability and forced himself to roll to his side.

Now he was the one who was pinning that vampire down with his humongous body. He wide opened his jaw that was lined with sharp and poisonous fangs so that he could tear apart that vampire's head.

Just when he was about to sink his fangs into Jonah's neck, he heard Tabitha shouting from behind, "Nigel! Watch out!"

The second commander, Pierson, was running at the top of his speed to save his commander. He was dodging and pushing aside all the werewolves who tried to stop him.

Tabitha was unable to keep steady eye contact with Pierson, so she was unable to cast any spell on him. She thought of casting a barrier around Nigel, but it was already too late.

Pierson was already fisting his hand and was midair, his fist targeted right at Nigel's heart from the back.

And in the next second, a gut-wrenching howl filled the vicinity, followed by a series of weak whimpering noises.

Nigel widened his amber eyes filled with tears and slowly turned his head around.

His heart ached like never before when he saw a white wolf lying there behind him… almost motionless.

"Wul…fric…" Nigel's knees began to tremble and he asked himself as a drop of tear rolled down his eye, "Why?"

Nigel felt his gut-churning upon seeing the white fur and torn cloth of his brother that was coated with thick layers of caked blood. And what more? He could see the other side of the battleground through a huge hole that was right in the middle of Wulfric's stomach.

The hole had narrowly missed his heart.

Nigel's shocked eyes searched for the culprit.

Not too far away from Wulfric, he saw a vampire screaming at the top of his lungs. He was covering his ears so hard that he looked as though he was trying to hold his head from bursting.

While Nigel was still staring with his stunned eyes, that vampire's head did burst for real. And his body flopped face-down.

Everything happened so fast, maybe within a span of a few seconds, that Nigel was unable properly respond to the situation or even breathe for that matter.

"I'm sorry, brother. I couldn't keep my promise," Nigel heard Wulfric's voice in his head. Nigel finally snapped out of his dazed state.

But he felt the ground and the sky around him spinning mercilessly upon hearing his cousin whimpering in anguish in his head, "It hu-hurts s-s-so much, brother. I don't thi-think I can ho-hold on for any longer."

He saw Tabitha sitting down on the ground by Wulfric's side. He was unsure if she could heal Wulfric in time.

He was about to shift back to his human form to be by his brother's side. But he felt a sudden tug on his fur.

In between all the confusion, he had forgotten that the commander was still alive.

All of a sudden, his body was fueled with rage. A rush of energy ran throughout his body that was ready to give out a while ago.

Nigel looked directly into those red eyes of the commander and growled.

He gnawed right on that vampire's neck and with a swift jerk of his head, he severed that useless head of that commander.

And while still holding that head with his fangs, he howled so loudly that the whole battlefield was filled with his echo.

The werewolves knew that it was the howl of victory. So, all of the other werewolves joined Nigel, almost deafening around a hundred vampires that were still alive.

The vampires who saw the dead bodies of both their commander and second commander knelt down in defeat. And soon, all the other vampires followed the suit and surrendered.

Amidst all this, Nigel had no idea that his amber eyes had now turned into the darkest shade of red.