In the Name of the Vampire Prince

Chapter 5: Rogue Wolves

“Okay, we're good. See ya 'round lovebirds.” the man dismissed himself from that scene that I know, he's cringing at. If I were in his shoes I would also leave.

But that smile and bright expression of Devon turned into a frown and disappointment, he instantly grabbed my shoulders firmly, not enough to break my shoulders, but enough to stop me from any possible movements I can make.

“How did you wiped out my spell?”

“Maybe your spell doesn't work fully on some werewolves, Devon Filosoir.” I raised my brow, “You said I'm a broken werewolf, right? What's the meaning of that, actually? Cause I tried searching it on my search bar, none of it appeared.” he only went silent and I just continued my talk for him.

“Ah... You're making some new terms so that I will believe?”

“I am not making and telling lies at you, Sydney. If you won't hear me out first, this argument would still be useless.” using his wind, he lifted the lance beside him and he returned it to its case, “I know you would only kill me so that you would be called yourself a hero, right? Well, we have a lot to debunk, sweet.”

He took a step closer to me, looking at my eyes with such intensity, I can even feel my heart beating fast as his voice sounds soft again, “And it's on you if you would believe or not.” and he drew a smirk, but not long enough since we both heard a snarl near us.

“s**t,” he whispered before he pressed his back in front of me, is he trying to protect me? From what? I can't even see a thing since he's so tall!

But I can feel that rogue werewolves are surrounding us.

“You're right. Rogues. They're annoying.”

I slapped his back hard enough to make him yelp in pain, “Didn't I told you not to read my mind again?”

“What? I don't have the power to stop it! You know that?” he yelled before I turned around, so I can get my lance right away. I tried to run towards my lance but a muscular man stopped my tracks.

Damn, I can't get into this big guy.

“Where do you think you're going little girl?” he raised a brow at me and pushed me away from my lance. I stumbled and groaned in pain, but I felt a warm, comforting embrace from the earth.

Did Devon entrap me into a ball of dust? I felt it moving away from where I stood, and when the ball turned into a clear water sphere, his left hand controlled the air to raise me to the roof, his eyes focused on me before he switched it to the rogue werewolves surrounding him

It was noon, hot and humid. And the forest provides the coolness of the wind, but Devon made it even cooler, slowly, he even made the clouds gray and the whole Caspia slowly goes under his snow with his powers. The locals would be surprised by the sudden snow, but he doesn't seem to mind at all.

He's very confident about what he's doing.

“A worthy opponent for today. It would be a challenge, Master!” the big alpha snickered at his allies' remark on him.

“Is this even a werewolf? Or a lost witch from the 3rd highlands...”

“Why does he even look familiar to me...”

“This would be a good game for us, boys.”

But maybe these rogues would help me grab this vampire and expose him once and for all. So I tried on shouting at them, “That's Devon Filosoir! Be careful with him! He's a monster!” but no one even heard me.

I thought of breaking his water sphere, yet I don't know how to break it. It's useless.

“Do you even realize what you're into, Broken Omega?” he scoffs as he uses his telepathy on me.

“I'm not broken! I'm a beta, and you have to snap out of your drama about me being Broken! How does it concern you anyway?”

“I'm concerned about you trailing on my back and your aim to kill me, Sydney. And you're not normal in that state. You can't even stop your mouth and let me explain my side–”

And an instant ball of fist almost hit him. Luckily, he was quick and he even manages to avoid it and made his fist into a block of ice. Which made the other werewolves boil into madness and jumped towards him one by one.

His soft gaze turned into an icy one. Devon turned the werewolves into ice statues one by one with only his powers and hands. One rogue went to his back and held his arms to resist him, but the lad's back was only punctured by arrows coming from the skies. Which made him cold and blooded on the ground.

He moves his little bangs on the side, as he whirled the dead werewolf into dust and puffed into thin air, “Who wants to play with me, kids? This time, without powers.” he gradually made the skies clear and blue again, but my sphere didn't even fade, “That's even better that you're not turning yourselves into full wolves.”

What I only did inside the sphere is to watch. Even though I have thought of getting the lance, I still don't stand a chance on this vampire.

“Enough with the talking! Boys, shred him with your hands!” their Master yelled, and another batch of men attacked him. And I remembered one of Miss Kleois' lessons before when I was a kid.

“One fact about The Strongest Vampire Prince is that when he goes to battle, he's graceful with his hits and punches as if it is a friendly spar of men.”

“His moves can be compared to the sea. Unpredictable, yet flowy and fast. When he doesn't use his affinities with the 5 elements, his kicks and punches are 7 times stronger and is quicker than a normal stunt expert? Yes. He is that powerful.”

He turned around first before he gives into a straight flying kick on the three werewolves in front of him. Then he punched another from his back and smack him down in front of him. Yet he didn't show any signs of difficulty on his physique and face.

Every werewolf tried to make him get on his knees, or even bruise his arms or legs, but they are even oblivious to his next movements, very fluid and fast. He takes them down instead one, by one, by one until all that is left is the final boss– their Master. He shows off a genuine yet mocking smile on him, his feet even tainted with dirt and blood from his wolves.