The Presidential Election (6)

Aiden took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and mumbled something inaudible.

Soon, a bunch of other creatures emerged from all directions. The rabid werepires were no gentle creatures. They were able to control neither their bloodlust nor their strength. Even when they could just walk past hindrances, they chose not to.

They destroyed everything that stood in their path without fail.

At the moment, the rabid werepires were very thirsty. They made dry, throaty sounds when they inhaled and exhaled. Their red eyes shone brightly, their fangs bared, ready to pounce at their victims.

At the moment, there was only one victim in their eyes.

The very vampire who forcefully granted them the cursed eternal life, robbing them of their identity as proud werewolves.

Brett rose to his feet and retreated.

Aiden and Ryan also went a few steps backward.

The rabid werepires transformed into their wolf forms and formed a circle around Alexis.