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We all know the problem with powerful creatures, especially those with violent and ferocious attitudes. When faced with such an attack, then shameless words.

How could Alexander stand back? Why would he think logically despite the twangs of nostalgia in his mind? He didn\'t know any Silvan werewolves, and this woman suddenly bit his throat and commented on the sword his beloved Sarah gifted him.

And so, he was a man.

Extremely mad.

Alexander lifted himself, wiping the dirt and blood from his suit as it began to repair slowly, his eyes glowing a deep red, looking at the tall werewolf with her tight body and pristine blade in the upper row stance.

\'Ah...\' 

He couldn\'t understand why he was so angry because of this woman—clenching his fists, the handle of the nodachi rattling from the force before he took a low stance, the blade pointed towards her abdomen.

"Fuck you."

"Return to your human form, get on your hands and knees and present yourself to me. Then maybe we can talk." Alexander replied, causing the werewolf\'s anger to skyrocket—she was no slut or bitch in heat. 

Her body vanished, like a mirage, only the sound of steel slicing through the air faintly sounding in Alexander\'s ears.

\'Shit!\'

The man didn\'t hesitate to move, sliding out of the way by a fraction as the sharpened claw ripped through his coat and grazed his shoulder, leaving a bloody streak that trickled down his skin—the next moment, an inch away, the sword followed the same route, her attack was was doubled using her body and eastern blade in sync.

He knew she was fast, but not this fast—turning his head, he saw her standing where he once was, the blade ready to attack again.

"You sneaky bitch! I will kill you!" He roared, but the werewolf looked at him with cold, calculating eyes.

Her silver orbs shimmered as she stood in the same position as before, a slight lick of blood on the blade\'s tip and her claws, while her muzzle showed a slight smirk revealing her sharp teeth.

Alexander felt his heart beat faster, sweat covering his body as he realised he could do nothing.

She was too fast—even if he did see her movements, he would never be able to respond in time, so he gave up following them and would instead focus on the counter, letting her attack his body while grabbing and mauling her.

"Why are you so angry?" The werewolf asked, her voice soft and soothing, almost like a gentle breeze on a clear summer day; Alexander didn\'t notice the change of her atmosphere and voice, while the vampire a slight distance away did, and her face immediately soured whispering. "Homewrecking bitch!"

"Shut up!" He snapped back, moving his stance wider as he lifted his nodachi to meet her.

"Are you sure about that?" The werewolf asked, taking her stance as well.

Alexander took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves as he waited for her to make the first move.

The two stayed still for a few minutes before she disappeared again.

This time, however, Alexander was ready.

His senses were heightened—his mind focused on the movement of the werewolf as she slashed down from the skies, the red mist flowing out of her mouth like a raging river as she tried to pierce Alexander\'s chest.

He didn\'t flinch or move from his spot, waiting for the right moment before he turned his sword and blocked the incoming attack.

There was a loud screech as sparks flew around him, his muscles bulged, and his veins popped out as he struggled to block the sword from cutting him in half—the pressure increased with every second as his feet sunk into the ground.

\'How am I supposed to defeat this woman?\' He thought before he realised his strength was far above her! Pushing the blade back, he flicked out an elbow that smashed into her nose, causing a loud crack and sending her stumbling backwards with dazed steps.

"That is what you get for underestimating me!" He roared, charging forward with his nodachi high before slamming it down on her.

The werewolf\'s eyes widened as she stared at the large, wide blade rushing towards her like a tidal wave.

"I don\'t care how good you are with blades! In hand-to-hand combat, you won\'t beat me!" He growled as the blade slammed into the ground with a thunderous crash, cracking the stone floor as the werewolf flew into the air.

Yet her face was filled with a strange, twisted smile due to her transformation, but those neon blue eyes no longer looked angry, filled with rage and desire to kill. 

Instead, delight, bliss, euphoria, lust, and obsession now filled them as her body whirled in the air, her blade rapidly spinning to deflect his attacks with the nodachi, each hit causing her body to tremble from both the power and nostalgia as the scent of a female werewolf in heat spread through the destroyed area rapidly.

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The wolves accompanying her stopped fighting when they sniffed the scent, realising something was off.

"The young mistress is in heat!?"

"How is that possible!"

"We must pull back..." 

"Find the young lady!" 

This sudden change caused Maria and Althea to have more breathing room, now fighting only the 30 remaining vampire knights and a few stray zombies with their eyes and ears always focused on the distance where their beloved was fighting a strange woman.

Only Claire felt the sinking worry in her stomach that something might happen to Alexander.

Not realising that was just her jealousy towards Sarah and Amy, manifesting subconsciously knowing who those maids were with a single look.

Back to Alexander, who held the nodachi in his right hand while the female Lycan\'s throat was grasped in the other, her blade penetrating his left lung—the pain was agonising for a moment before he adjusted and could ignore the burning and throbbing pain.

"You seem to have lost your advantage, dog." He mocked, slapping her cheek with his palm, the force almost knocking out her teeth as blood and spit sprayed onto the destroyed wall beside them.

Deep down, Alexander knew from the stance to the movements this woman... 

He knew her existence very well—that\'s why his slap wasn\'t filled with all his power and letting his hand linger on her transformed cheek, for a moment brushing the silky fur with his thumb before sending his knee into her abdomen, the yelp of the female wolf causing his smile to deepen.

She showed no sign of pain, only watching him with a more fiery and obsessive gaze. The pair seemed to have a problem with their mind as the link between them became more powerful with each exchange.

A faint unnoticeable string at the start, but now it was a thick rope binding them tightly together in spirit.

"You think you can stand against me? A man like you?" The werewolf asked, licking her lips while Alexander laughed in response.

"Heh! A little dog that\'s lusting over a human, what a joke!" Alexander said, his voice full of sarcasm and disgust before he kicked her hard in the side, sending her flying before he dashed forward.

He had to end this fast!

Alexander swung his sword at the werewolf\'s neck. 

Still, the woman moved with blurring speed, sliding underneath him while stabbing upwards with her sword—he was too late to react and felt the sharpened steel enter his gut before pulling out, but the wound closed instantly with the same healing ability.

He didn\'t notice her other blade piercing his calf before she used the force of his legs and pushed him up into the air, throwing him back.

Alexander groaned, rolling on the ground while trying to regain his footing—he didn\'t need to see her know where she was going.

He felt it in his bones.

His ears twitched as he heard a familiar sound that made him grimace.

It was the sound of metal scraping against metal as she readied her sword to cut him in half.

He knew her next move like the back of his hand.

Alexander\'s mind travelled to a distant place, a fond memory of the moment he fell in love with a thug-like girl who beat him senselessly with a wooden sword.

\'Ah... Sarah... you never change....\' He thought with fond and happy memories flowing through his mind.

Her body was rotating him, the nodachi out of reach, and his right leg still slow after the blade stabbed him.

\'Even as a werewolf, you can\'t help doing those fancy moves? Haha...\' 

She swooped down like an eagle attacking her prey—the blade could be dodged, its shimmering light cutting through the night sky, but Alexander didn\'t dodge.

Because he knew who it was, the feelings of hatred and wanting to crush her became different.

He wanted to beat her and then push her down.