Chapter 405: Casaio flinched in pain
Casaio took the night vision binoculars from his beta, Estelle, and put them over his eyes.
"There’s nothing suspicious in their activities. I think we should attack," Estelle said. "But it’s strange that the lights are entirely off inside the mansion. But the gathered hunters could be seen."
"Tell everyone to be ready. The attack will happen in the next minutes," Casaio ordered.
Estelle bowed her head slightly before stepping away. Casaio lowered the binoculars and knit his brows close. Hunters might have guns with silver bullets, and other weapons which could harm them.
’I have to enter their place at all costs and catch their leader before they bring casualties to us,’ he contemplated.
Ten minutes passed shortly, and as per plan they began the movement. The Northward side moved first as Casaio led them. Though Estelle wanted him to stay behind to give only orders, but Casaio didn’t agree to it. He wanted to lead his wolves, fight along with them from the hunters who would come in their way.
After covering a distance of more than five hundred metres, the army from the East moved.
Meanwhile, inside the big mansion of the hunters, everyone was gathered in the main hall for the allocation of their next assignment. It was dark and everyone awaited their leader to come down the stairs to address them.
None of them dared to even whisper since their leader would shot dead such people.
Finally, in all black clothes attire a person came but as always he had a mask on. His gaze swept across the people standing before him.
"Your next assignment is to kill those who knows about us. Also, whom among you tried harming Gabriel’s beta?" the man asked.
Everyone remained quiet while the two who actually fled that night from Gabriel’s wrath quietly stepped forward.
"We-we were the ones who attacked Prince Gabriel’s beta. But it was all a mistake, Master," said one of them while trembling in fear.
The leader extended his hand out when his assistent handed him a gun loaded with bullets.
The two men knelt down as they shivered in fear of losing their lives. "Please forgive us. If we knew the beta was such a respected one, we would’ve never launched an attacked on him."
"There are no places for mistake," the leader pronounced and struck the bullets straight into their heads, causing them to die right at that spot. He then looked up and swept his gaze on everyone standing there.
"Such mistakes won’t be tolerated," the leader snapped. "I’ve received word the royalty have discovered us. For now, you go underground and vanish completely. And if any of you are captured, do us a favor: die before you talk. Remember what I gave you. There was a time many of you were street beggars, worthless to the elite. I made you something else."
As his words echoed through the hall, the mansion’s heavy doors open. The cold night air slid into the room.
"Master, we’ve been attacked!" a guard panted, stumbling forward.
"What?" the leader demanded, frowning. His assistant moved to his side, fingers already on a weapon.
"Wolves," the guard gasped, struggling to catch his breath. "Alphas and betas, there are too many of them."
The leader’s face hardened. "Listen up! Arm yourselves and fight for your lives tonight!" he ordered, and the room erupted into the hurried, terrified preparations of men who knew they might not survive the night.
"You should stay here, Brandon," the assistant whispered to the leader’s ear. "If they catch you it will be a problem," he muttered.
"Hmm. You have to lead them, Frank," Brandon said, placing a hand on his assistant’s shoulder.
All the gathered hunters had quickly moved to the room of inventory for the weapons. Meanwhile, Brandon moved to the top of the mansion, ready to attack the wolves from there.
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Casaio’s wolf eyes gleamed under the pale moonlight, which covered through the thin layer of the clouds while scanning his surroundings
The sharp sound of a gunshot split the air, halting the pack behind him. Without hesitation, he vanished into thin air and reappeared at the mansion’s front, where lines of hunters had already taken formation with weapons raised.
His wolves surged after him, charging forward despite the rain of silver bullets, which mostly all dodged with ease.
Casaio was already among the hunters now. His body blurred with speed, which was unable to detect. Hunters swung and fired, but by the time they blinked, he was behind them. A wave of dread surged through their ranks as one by one, Casaio struck them down with serious injuries.
But he didn’t kill any of them. He wanted them alive.
Brandon clenched his fists seeing many wolves had surrounded them. He lifted the weapon and aimed at the wolf, who came into his sight and fired the silver bullet. The aim was precise, leaving the wolf dead on its spot.
A smirk appeared across his lips as he aimed more wolves while wearing the high vision glasses.
Casaio snapped his head up as he saw the leader finally, striking many of the wolves. He didn’t wait and transformed back into his human form.
Brandon saw it through his glasses and frowned. He aimed at Casaio, who suddenly vanished from the ground below.
"Where the fuck he left?" he murmured when he felt a presence behind him. Turning around, he quickly aimed the gun at Casaio, who vanished from his sight. The next second, he appeared, right in front of him and hit Brandon’s wrist.
"Ahh!" Brandon writhed in pain as the gun left his grip. Then, a punch landed on his face before Casaio grasped him by the hair.
"Tell your minions to drop the weapons. I swear, you’ll get the worst possible punishment for your acts," Casaio warned him.
Brandon chuckled at him when a shot reverberated in the air.
Casaio flinched in pain as the bullet hit him right into the back and turned his head to find another hunter behind him.