The Accidental Vampire

The Vampires were arrogant and preferred to attack only with themselves, not focusing on teamwork. On the other hand, the Werewolves were a pack. They didn’t have the arrogance. They were like a massive family who knew how to fight together, and that’s what made them so hard to deal with.

Even worse was the effect of their attacks. Vampires used their teeth to suck the blood of their targets, while the Werewolves used their fangs to inject poison into their targets. The poison was ineffective on an ordinary human, but it worked the best on the Vampires, making them weaker and even paralyzing after a sufficient amount of venom was injected. That’s what made the Werewolves so dangerous to face. They were like the natural enemies of the Vampires.

That’s also why despite there being more Vampires in the world than the wolves, the Werewolf Kingdom was still completely intact.

Throughout the millions of years, many dynasties came and went; only the Werewolf Kingdom and the Blood Council were in this ever-changing world.

Seeing their teamwork, Atlas couldn’t help but remember Lilith. It would’ve been so helpful if she were here as well. He wondered where she went when he needed her as he rubbed the wound on the back of his head, which was still bleeding.

“It was certainly true, it seems. The wounds given by Werewolves heal much slower than other wounds.” Atlas muttered, still feeling the pain.

He had even worse wounds when he faced Carlisle, but those wounds healed when faster compared to this wound. Even though he was a Progenitor, even he couldn’t avoid this slow healing.

While Atlas pondered about his slow healing, the Werewolves were amazed at his fast healing. The healing, which was slow for Atlas, was much quicker than the werewolves had seen any Vampire heal before.

Even though Atlas couldn’t remain unaffected by his slow healing, he still had it much better than others. He was getting the benefits of being a Progenitor, which helped him more, making this process slightly faster. Even though it wasn’t as fast as it was when he faced the other Vampires, it was still much better than it should’ve been.

The Werewolves once again attacked Atlas, using the same formation of three. This time, Atlas didn’t take the bait. He was sure that the fourth werewolf that was missing was the team leader of this team. He couldn’t ignore the fourth because he didn’t want to get wounded again. He needed to be more alert.

The three wolves attacked again at the same time, one targeting his neck, one targeting his chest, while the third providing backup in case Atlas tried to dodge.

“If you want to play the hunter, then let me show you who is a better hunter.”

Instead of attacking, Atlas disappeared. Not even his shadow was left behind. The werewolves were fast but not as fast as him. Even they couldn’t hold him back if he didn’t face them bravely.

The Werewolves watched him disappear, but even after leaving, Atlas couldn’t hide his scentfrom the werewolves, who could sense that he wasn’t too far. In fact, he was hiding nearby.

The three wolves ran in the direction that scent was coming from, only to end up in the middle of a powerful fog. The entire area was covered in a snow-white fog which made it impossible to see anything. Even the Werewolves with such sharp senses couldn’t see much in this fog.

Moreover, they also found something odd. The Scent of Atlas was coming from every direction around them. It was as if he was everywhere, all at once.

As Atlas was the spellcaster, he could see through the fog, unlike the others. He stood on the branch of a tree on top, watching the three wolves trying hard to find him.

His thumb was still bleeding, but it wasn’t because of any wounds received from the wolves. Instead, it was because he also did the same as Lilith. He bit his own thumb but not to cast a spell.

Instead, he was using his blood as a distraction. He let his blood fall all around this area to confuse the sense of smell of those Werewolves since that was their biggest asset in trying to find him.

He made sure that the Wolves couldn’t sense him. Now the prey had become the hunter, and the hunter had become prey, trapped in the fog as their every movement was being noticed by Atlas.

Aooo~

One of the Wolves roared, but this wasn’t an enraged roar this time. It was a roar of pain.

With a thud, the body of the wolf fell to the ground as its neck was crushed.

The other Wolves heard the roar and ran to where it came from, finding their friend dead.

Atlas appeared behind one of them like a ghost. He still didn’t know where the fourth wolf was, but at the moment, he didn’t care. If the Wolves couldn’t sense him or see him in this fog, even they couldn’t hurt him.

Atlas grabbed the second Wolf by the throat before disappearing into the fog again. Another painted roar filled the place, alerting the third wolf, who realized that Atlas was nearby. He was using this fog to target them.

Awoo~

The third wolf roared, realizing that the second Wolf was also dead as the yell went silent. Instead of waiting here for its turn, a third wolf also ran. It was sure that this was a trap.

The third wolf was even sure that Atlas meditating alone near the Kingdom was also a part of the trap to kill them. He lured them and then brought them here, which was probably planned in advance. The third wolf was even wondering about the possibility of there existing more than one vampire here if it was really a trap.

To fight back, she needed to first see the enemy or at least be able to use her senses which weren’t easy in the midst of all this fog.

After a short run, the third Werewolf finally jumped out of the fog but not alone. Another figure came out of the fog, targeting the last wolf.

Atlas’ figure came out of the fog, appearing as if he was flying.

This time he didn’t have to worry about a team as he had already killed two.

Unfortunately, at the same time, another wolf appeared out of nowhere as if it was waiting here for Atlas to come out. Mid-air, even Atlas found it hard to change his movement as the wolf appeared behind him, bringing out its sharp claws.