Chapter 37

Selene,Fenris, Lucian and Kahn stepped over the lifeless bodies of a pair of lycan guards. Each corpse bore a single bloody bullet wound in its forehead.

Lena even showed up for this fight in silver breastplate and a white fur-lined coat that is exclusive to the Nordic Vampirth.She gave both Fenris and Selene a nod.

The dead lycans had defended the entrance to the werewolves' underground lair, but not for long. Selene,Fenris and Lena had to assume, however, that the shortlived gun battle had been heard in the unexplored catacombs below. So much for the element of surprise.

Fenris looked at Kahn,who nodded and raised his hand, signaling the Death Dealers behind him. The assault team, consisting of six additional operatives, swept forward, staking out defensive positions in the newly secured stretch of tunnel. Oiled black leather helped the taciturn Death Dealers blend in with the inky shadows around them. AK-74 assault rifles, loaded with silver ammo and equipped with infrared night scopes, were prepped for action. Selene chose to stick with her trusty Berettas. She kept her guns raised and ready as Kahn cautiously approached the open pit. Peering over his shoulder, she saw that the top of the shaft had been surrounded with chain-link fencing and concertina wire. Apparently, the lycans didn't want visitors.

Kahn unhitched a silverplated grenade from his belt and pulled the pin. He tossed it toward the pit, and Selene held her breath as the explosive device bounced noisily across the cement like a huge ball bearing. It clinked one more time before disappearing over the edge of the pit. Selene thought she heard something moving below…

Some of the lycans scrambled up the ladders toward the unknown source of the echoing gunshots. In theory two of their fellow lycans were posted at the top of the shaft, but Taylor wasn't holding out much hope for their chances. If they had been the ones doing the shooting, they already would have called for reinforcements.Just then the grenade tumbled past him. His beady eyes widened in alarm as the silver fragmentation device clanged against the concrete walls before splashing down into the deep puddles of murky water at the bottom of the shaft. "Oh, shit!" Pierce swore, only a few rungs beneath him. Like every other lycan climbing the ladders, Taylor threw himself flat against the metal rungs, trying to present as narrow a target as possible. A flash from below was followed instantly by an earth-shaking blast that sent a fountain of sludge rocketing up the shaft, along with a spray of white-hot silver shrapnel. The toxic fragments sliced through lycan flesh and clothing, shredding Taylor and the others to ribbons. His leather gear was instantly turned into bloody confetti. He screamed in agony as he lost hold of the ladder and fell backward.

While inside Marius,who heard explosion and the strident wail of twisting metal coming from outside his private chamber, and he rushed to the window, pressing his face against the streaky glass. The compartment looked out onto the enormous central cavity of the bunker itself. Catwalks, ladders, and tiers of forgotten subway tracks covered the towering walls of the massive excavation like rusty metallic ivy.

Marius eyes narrowed in concern as, near the top of the gargantuan bunker, a huge steel pipe burst asunder, releasing a torrent of pressurized water high above the lower levels of his people's sanctuary. An artificial deluge poured down upon like a sudden storm.

Marius was in slight panic knowing they found him,but he was pretty sure getting out of here won't be easy.

As he quickly tugged a UV pistol from his belt and racked a brightly glowing round into the chamber and went out ready to fight.

While armed lycans stalked down a debris-littered access corridor leading to the violated entrance shaft. The gloppy floor was awash in the blood and mangled remains of their murdered comrades. Fragments of deadly silver shrapnel were still embedded in the flaking brick walls surrounding them. More fully transformed werewolves joined their ranks, crawling up through open sewage grates from dens and whelping chambers one level down.

But they felt a something dangerous coming every cell in their body was screaming for them to get of here.

Just the like a spectre Fenris plummeted into the pit of drainage tunnel and landed with the nimble elegance of a jaguar, so inhumanly smooth.

Fenris had his true face revealed with irises turned golden-yellow, their sclera turned black and dark veins appear under his eyes.Fenris appearance every Lycan their took a step back and their hands tremble.

In fear some of the Lycan started shooting

Fenris just raises his hands and the bullets, like a cloud of obedient bees, slow and come to a stop. They hang frozen in space, fixed like stainless steel stars.

The Lycans are unable to absorb what they are seeing.As Fenris plucks one of the bullets from the air.He drops the bullet and the others fall to the floor.

Just then Selene,Lena and the Death Dealers came swooping down through the veil of smoke like leather-clad angels of death.All hell broke loose.