An explosion lit up the battlefield and several torches shot up in the air as fireworks. A dozen of burning werewolves rained down onto their fighting brothers and sister. Tom arrived on the hill west off the mansion followed by three of the four volunteers, strangers that were armed to the teeth and heavily armored. A wave of panic soared through Michelle’s body. Where was everyone else? Susan addressed at least 50 people earlier today. They were riled; they were ready for blood to defend their Greenthorpe. And this was it? The explosion had killed several wolves and created some space for everyone to fight in. The burning corpses had lit up the battlefield even better then the torches could. The refugees fought bravely and they even managed to shoot down several of the strong wolves. One of them fled inside as a wolf came running towards him, he was not fast enough however and the wolf ripped him apart with ease. Tom was not sure whether he was the right person to lead these people into battle. And he did not feel like anyone listened. He ordered the three strangers to take place. The smallest of both men took place next to the refugees and armed one of the guns. “Greenthorpe will forever be in your debt.” He told them after a quick look at their scared faces. He was hoping this would give them some courage, the small morale boost that can make the bigger difference. A rain of bullets was spat at the wolves who’s howling seemed to go through flesh and bone. ‘Maybe we’ll make it.’ Michelle thought to herself.
Extra-ordinary situations call for extra-ordinary people. And it could not get any stranger then the group of people that was gathered here. Two more werewolves moved in for a kill, but they got taken down by the little man who raised one of his thumbs in her direction. Another group of werewolves seemed to move away from the battle and made their way into the village.
Michelle looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but they were all too occupied, fight their own battles. She did not hesitate for a second and ran after the pack.

The woman that was part of the supporting troops stood next to Tom on the hill. “Werewolves, vampires and zombies, why would they pick a town this insignificant too attack?” Tom didn’t answer the question, there was no time. He was firing away at a group of wolves that came storming up the hill. She drew her blaster and fired away at them. “Alright, sir. First things first, I understand.” She said without looking away from their attackers. Tom had already fired several rounds and finally hit a wolf. “I’m Tom.” The accountant said with a pleased grin on his face. “Let’s get acquainted later over a cup of tea, if we ever get out of here.”

Louie looked around and counted a total of ninety-four wolves left. They had been doing well but things would get a lot tougher soon. His companions might be getting tired soon and run out of ammo, a wolf collapsed right next to him. Clouds were moving in, he smiled. He felt something brush against his cheek and when he touched the spot where it had itched, he drew blood. ‘Someone is shooting at me.’ He looked around to see where the shot had come from and noticed someone high up in the bell tower. ‘A sniper, how odd.’ Another wolf collapsed at his feet. The bullet had left a big, gaping wound. Thank god, he seemed to be on their side, he could work on his aim though.
Louie seemed to float over the battlefield as he disemboweled two more wolves with a quick and precise cut. He moves his way over to Alexander who was still firing away calmly, shoulder to shoulder with Tony who did not seem to want to leave his side. He looked confident but seemed to like the idea of having someone more experienced close to him during this situation. “We’ve got a sniper on our side. He’s hiding in the bell tower.”
Alexander nodded. ‘Excellent.’ The three of them were surrounded by wolves and stood back to back to fight them all off. Tony quickly changed his round of ammunition and the three of them patiently waited for the rest of the wolves to strike.
Dozens of their brethren lay strewn across the ground in front of the mansion. One of them was gnawing on the head of another fallen refuge. Galleons of blood had been spilled and it made the sand turn into mud in which most of them were now covered. The clouds now covered the moon; the wolves were losing their strength.

Tom and Jamie were still firing away from the top of the hill.
“Looks like my guys are standing their ground.” Tom paid no attention to her comment and fired away while giving a quick glance at the refugees. Two of them had died, their bodies the plaything of the wolves, what a terrible way to go. The largest of the men that had showed up near the fountain was surrounded by wolves and was screaming something. The roaring of the wolves that had him surrounded reduced his pleading to a whisper and they all moved in. One after another cut through his skin until the last one cut open an artery. They were planning on keeping him surrounded until he bled to death. One of the bullets from the gun of the woman standing next to him found its way into her friends heart. ‘I’m so sorry.’ She said as she looked over the barrel of her blaster.

“How many?” Tony asked as he saw the wolves closing in on them.
“fifty-five.” Louie said after a quick count.
“You’re out of ammunition aren’t you?” Alexander said and without awaiting an answer he handed Tony his combat knife. He would not let anyone touch that knife under normal circumstances, but he could hardly let the guy die. Tony felt over-confident thanks to Alexander’s trust and stormed towards three werewolves who were about to attack. He slashed through the gut of one and forcefully planted the knife in the face of another wolf. He was amazed at how well he managed to fight with only one hand. He was not quick enough to dodge the third wolf though and before he fully realized it he could feel two sharp nails penetrate the skin of his stomach. Tony looked the beast in the eyes and could smell the rot enter his nostrils as they came face to face. He managed to plant the knife in the wolf and watched its eyes get watery as he shoved it deeper into the wolf’s chest, both trying to maximize the pressure they applied on their deadly weapon. They stood there for a short moment before both of them collapsed to the ground. The last thing he saw before he closed his eyes were the faces of Louie and Alexander who came running towards him. He felt accepted and at peace just by the worried looks on their faces. He was accepted as a warrior.

Michelle was staying close behind the pack that was making its way through the village. She ducked behind the fountain and watched them move silently through the night. None of the lights in the houses around the main square were lit, but a ‘daring’ villager here and there was peeking out from behind the curtains. As soon as Michelle looked over to any of the houses the curtains were drawn shut with such a force that she was surprised none of them had come down yet.
The pack of twelve paid no attention to the houses though; it seemed as if they had a goal in mind. A chill crept down Michelle’s spine when she realized where they were heading towards. ‘The Bradhurst residence.’ She was unsure whether Tier would be able to put up a good fight.
He had lived through ages of war and even killed a vampire or two in his days, but that was in the past, he was tired of fighting and could care less about most of the things that went on around him. She worried about the others. Misses Bradhurst can hand out a great slap, but how much good would a frying pan do when you are facing a werewolf. Then there was Majo, the young brat who she had so much in common with save for the fact that the girl was still alive of course. Majo wouldn’t be a match for them and neither would Yakira, who seemed more dead than alive still. It seemed like it was up to her to weaken the pack before they reached the house.

“Frakking heck.” Alexander said as he leaned over Tony while Louie managed to fight off several werewolves. “How is he doing?” He yelled as he kicked one wolf into another with his powerful legs.
“He’s losing a lot of blood.” Alexander said. He shot a wolf in the head without even looking up from Tony. “We have to get him to Susan as fast as we can.”
Louie felt his lust for blood growing. He should have eaten before they headed into this fight since it was taking a lot out of him. He did not want to feed in front of the others and it was so hard to find some time for himself these days. Alexander removed Tony’s bandana and wrapped it tightly around his the wound in his body. The young man that was with Tom’s group of volunteers had witnessed Tony fall down and jumped over the barricade to make his way to him.

“It looks like you guys need a hand. Is there anything I can do?” He asked, genuinely concerned. Alexander and Louie exchanged a look before Louie replied “You can take him to the Bradhurst residence. Walk down main street until you reach the grocers. The house is 30 paces east of there.” The young man nodded and picked up Tony. He seemed very strong for such a short cat. His whiskers twitched as he nodded at Alexander. “I will run as fast as I can. He’s in good hands with me.”
“He’d better be or…” Alexander looked at the man, he seemed oddly familiar. A firm kick in the side blew the air out of his lungs, no time to think now.
“This has taken long enough.” The leader of the werewolves stood over him, every word he spoke seemed to echo through the air. “Your life ends tonight.” Greymane bared his fangs as Alexander drew.