Wolf Hunters.
His eyes darkened in rage, but that was the only visible change he had. He was still calm as ever as he strode unhurriedly out of his house to the vicinity of his huge mansion.
"Every one of you should take cover." He commanded without raising his voice. It was as if he just spoke out loud to himself.
But the three sentinels near the woods heard the command. They are the only changeling guards closest to where he stood, which in humanstandard, is too far away to hear the command. But then again, they are not humans.
They did not ask if there was a problem, instead, they obeyed the command instantly. "Yes, Alpha King." He heard three deep voices answer at the same time.
"Tell the others. They should not fight, this is my battle. They should all take cover. I will not like it if any of you get hurt."
"But, Alpha King," A tiger sentinel protested then, "Let us help—"
"No. Do as I say." Wolfaraine cut him off.
Meanwhile, Adams, the leader of the team of Wolf Hunters that came for the attack watched him from far away with binoculars.
He was baffled, wondering why the werewolf leader was just standing in the middle of his compound, murmuring to himself.
Well, these animals cannot get any more surprising. Adam hated them with all his might. He cannot wait to capture the leader.
It is still dark as it is the wee hours of the morning, but they can see perfectly in the dark because of the contact lens they have on which improves night vision.
Raising his hand, he gave the signal to attack.
When the first arrow came, Wolfaraine stretched out his hands in quick reflexes and caught the arrow. Just as fast, he threw it back to the exact direction it came from with striking accuracy.
A male shout rose in the night, and he heard the hard thud of a body falling.
But, that was barely the beginning. Arrows flew from all around towards him.
He made a half-shift then, talking the form of the wolf no matter how much the mountain lion roared in protest. He has no intention of letting these killers know of that part of him.
With fast reflexes, he caught every one of those arrows and threw them back where they came from. He ran around the mansion, changing directions which in turn, led them and their arrows around.
They must be out of arrows or they decided to try another method, because gunshots rang out. They were shooting at him.
So, he took off towards the woods as he caught bullets with his hands and threw them right back. He was not running away, instead, he hunted them. Like an enraged predator.
As he caught bullets, he found them one after another, and killed them swiftly. Mostly, he snapped their neck, yanking it out of their shoulders. Some, he threw away, while some, he plucked out their eyes, threw them into his mouth, and let the wolf chew on them.
The fight went on and on and on.
He killed them with the rage of three beings. Mortal, cougar, and wolf were enraged. They wanted blood and revenge. Hate for these people rode them.
Then, a bullet hit his leg.
The first he'd taken or at least, the first he was aware he'd taken.
The bullet brought him to his knee and pain shot through his leg all over his body. The wolf thundered in pain and the mountain lion roared too.
He would have thought it was poison if he did not know better. If he did not know it to be something worse.
Rhodium. These bullets are made of rhodium.
Only rhodium can affect him this much, this quick.
Not letting himself dwell on it, he dug his hand into his leg, swallowing down the pain as he dug the bullet out, while still catching other bullets with his free hand and throwing them back. Growling in pain and rage, he rose to his feet and threw the bloody bullet back.