Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 100: The Carnage

Elias laughed, his voice filled with mockery. "They’re asking us to kneel? How amusing!"

The others laughed too, their voices muffled beneath their sleek, black masks.

Sebastian’s calm voice cut through the laughter. "Don’t kill anyone. We came in peace. One strike... make them unconscious. On their count... Eight."

Eleanor stood silently, unmoving in the middle of the chaos, her expression detached. It was as if everything unfolding around her held no relevance to her. The storm of tension and uncertainty barely brushed against her serene, almost indifferent aura.

Meanwhile, the countdown from the opposing team continued, painfully slow and drawn out, perhaps to psyche themselves up or scare their targets.

"Six... seven... eight."

The moment "eight" rang through the hall, four shadow guards moved in a blur, like lightning unleashed.

Sebastian was the first to reach his target... a burly man with a thick scar running across his left cheek, the same man who had given the order to kneel. With surgical precision, Sebastian struck a hidden nerve cluster just beneath the man’s left ear. The man’s legs gave out immediately, the gun slipping from his grip as he slumped to the floor like a marionette with cut strings. He would be unconscious for at least thirty minutes.

Without missing a beat, Sebastian glided to the next man. A swift strike to the pressure point under the chin, and the second attacker collapsed before his eyes could register what had hit him.

As he turned to find his next opponent, he realized with a blink that there were none left.

Raphael and Elias were already standing tall. The two had always shared an unspoken rivalry. Raphael excelled with firearms; Elias, with blades. But in hand-to-hand combat, both believed they were the superior fighter. Unofficially, they had turned this ambush into their own little contest... and each had scored three knockouts.

Despite their success, they cursed their luck under their breath for not having more opponents to compete over, their grumbling drawing a chuckle from Alaric and Sebastian.

The four returned to their previous positions as if they had never moved. The only evidence of what had transpired were the ten unconscious bodies sprawled on the floor like discarded mannequins.

Behind the front desk, the two receptionists huddled together in terror. As soon as they had realized a fight was imminent, they had ducked under the desk, expecting gunfire to erupt. But after the eerie quiet that followed the count to eight, they only heard dull thuds. No bullets. No screams. Just silence.

And that silence was somehow worse.

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stillness had settled. Every pair of eyes was fixed on the laptop screen showing the front hall’s

camera had caught everything. The intruders’ movement had been unreal... faster than any trained soldier, faster than Olympic sprinters. Their

need weapons," it was everyone’s thought at this

the first to break the silence. His voice

Don’t try to capture

up, saluted with stern faces, and

restaurant. These ended their eighteen ex-military professionals... handpicked and highly trained. If they failed, there would be no one else left to stop the intruders. Although all present members were killers and assassins, the

eyes glued to the camera feed, the tension in

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front hall, Elias yawned dramatically. "Where are the rest of them? I thought today would be

facing people with firearms. You can’t afford to get reckless. And remember... you’re not allowed to transform in front of

a weather report. "A second

just

feed, had learned from their comrades’ mistakes. They entered the hall

bullet moved like molasses in the air. They twisted and contorted mid-dash, avoiding the incoming fire with a fluidity

them entirely... but dangerously veered toward

when

she pulled a small, gleaming nun chuck

bullet

twisted her wrist, and the edge of her nun chuck collided with the bullet mid-air. A metallic chime echoed in the

came... then

a comet. Each bullet met the same fate: deflected by the impossibly timed arc of her blade. Sparks rained

her ground, her trust in Isadora unshaken. For the first time, she

fourth bullet was neutralized, the shadow guards had already taken down the remaining

composed. "Put them all to sleep. We don’t have time