Chapter 1487: The Longest Thirty Minutes
The three bird-type Altered that had been circling the skies landed sharply on the balcony, their talons scraping the railing. Their feathers were puffed up, standing on edge, as if their very bodies carried the shiver of what they had just seen.
They didn’t even need to speak.
“Don’t worry,” Gary said, his tone firm but grim. “You don’t need to tell us. We’re already aware. They’re coming. They practically made an announcement.”
He stepped forward until he stood at the balcony’s edge. His eyes scanned the horizon, and the weight of the moment pressed against his chest. A breath later, Gary vaulted over the side, dropping down to the ground floor with practiced ease. His voice boomed upward, carrying to every fighter inside the restaurant.
“Everyone, get ready! Prepare your positions, use everything you’ve set up!” he barked. “Don’t bother conserving equipment. Don’t hold anything back. Fight as if your lives depend on it—because they do!”
There was no need for sugarcoating. He couldn’t coddle them, not here, not now. The truth was cruel, but it was the only thing that would steel them.
Outside, the Altered who had aligned themselves with the Howlers spread into position. Roughly twenty meters from the front of the restaurant, they formed a barricade of living strength. Inside, nearly all the Howler members had prepared ranged weapons, determined to unleash a storm from behind cover.
Others were stationed near the entrance with physical weapons in hand. But Gary knew in his heart—they couldn’t last long against the kind of monsters charging toward them. Even the bravest wouldn’t withstand the fury of a pack of full-powered Werewolves.
At the very front stood the chosen few, those who had no choice but to take on the most dangerous opponents head-on: Don, Blake, Gary himself, Apollo, Innu, and Austin. Six figures who would decide whether this battle ended in survival or slaughter.
A silence hung for just a moment—then it was broken by a sound that pierced the night.
The howl ripped through the air, echoing like thunder across the battlefield. It wasn’t just heard. It was felt. The cry dug into their ears, vibrated in their bones, rattled their hearts. It carried the raw dominance of a true Alpha.
On the balcony above, Marie and the others stiffened. Though Gary wanted them away from the bloodshed, they all knew the truth: if the Werewolves broke through the front, they would have no choice but to join the fight. They were stronger than most of the Howlers anyway.
“That howl…” Midwak muttered, his voice quieter than usual. His yellow eyes narrowed as his tail twitched. “It’s making me nervous.”
“You? Nervous?” Park asked, eyebrows raised. “That’s funny. You’re always the one boasting about how strong you are. Now you’re nervous?”
Xin cut in sharply, her tone edged with steel. “If you’re nervous, best not show it. Not in front of the ones about to fight for their lives.”
Midwak scowled but pressed on. “Think about it. That howl was Lupus’s. The Alpha’s cry. Ylva’s presence alone already boosts every Werewolf under her influence. With Lupus adding his howl on top of that? Their strength has just doubled.”
He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. “And don’t forget—the second wave is here. The strongest of them, armored and armed, the same kind it took two of White Rose’s best to even keep at bay. We’re about to face Werewolves at their absolute peak.”
The words struck like cold rain. Everyone shuddered slightly, though none dared speak it aloud. Midwak was right. This was as bad as it could get. White Rose had already come and gone—there would be no more reinforcements. All they had now was each other.
Survive. Just survive thirty minutes until sunrise. That was the only plan left.
The ground trembled beneath their feet. Plates rattled and glasses clinked inside the restaurant, the vibrations growing steadily stronger. Then the sound came—a rhythmic, thunderous pounding. The march of an army.
Gary and the others at the front squinted through the dust kicking up in the distance. And then they saw them.
Dozens of Werewolves emerged first, clad in beast gear or wielding savage weapons. They charged on all fours, a blur of claws and muscle, their eyes glowing with crimson hunger. There were sixty of them in the first wave alone. Their numbers had been thinned somewhat thanks to Austin and the others, but it hardly mattered—behind them came the rest of the horde.
Hundreds more, scattered across different routes, all closing in. The defenders had slain half, maybe more, but the pack still looked endless.
“Lupus isn’t at the front,” Don observed, his deep voice cutting through the pounding of feet. “Are they planning to whittle us down even now?”
“They must’ve transformed further back,” Gary replied. His gaze hardened. “When Lupus comes in his true Alpha form, he won’t need tricks. He’ll strike straight through the middle.”
At the very front of the advancing army was Broodie, a towering figure holding a massive shield. He barreled forward like an unstoppable force, leading the charge.
“If they hit our lines head-on, if those Werewolves crash into the Howlers, the humans in the restaurant will lose morale instantly!” Don warned.
Before Gary could answer, movement caught his eye. Austin stepped forward.
His body twisted, bones cracking and muscles swelling as he shifted into his condensed form—larger than his human self, radiating sheer power. With a growl that rumbled like an earthquake, Austin leaned forward and sprinted. His legs pounded against the ground, each step faster than the last until he became a blur.
“If they bring an army,” Austin roared, “then I’ll break it myself!”
The crowd of Werewolves surged, Broodie raising his shield just in time. The massive slab of reinforced defense had been shattered once before, but it bore strange healing properties, and now it looked as good as new.
That changed in an instant.
Austin’s horns twisted together into a lethal point, and with a savage bellow he slammed headfirst into Broodie’s shield. The sound of impact shook the battlefield. Cracks webbed across the shield’s surface, then with a thunderous snap it exploded into shards.
Broodie’s hands clamped down on Austin’s horns, but even he couldn’t stop the raw momentum. Austin’s fists followed, slamming into Broodie’s chest with devastating force, launching him into the air. He tumbled backward, crashing deep into the sea of Werewolves behind him.
Austin threw his head back and roared. His voice carried like fire across the night.
“WE ARE NOT WEAK!” His fists clenched, his horns gleamed in the moonlight. “IF YOU CONTINUE THIS FIGHT—YOU WILL ALL LOSE YOUR LIVES!”
The Howlers behind him erupted in cheers, their fear momentarily forgotten, replaced by a surge of adrenaline.
But Gary, standing at the line, knew better. The fight had only just begun.
(Will do Three Chapters tomorrow had a long Day.)
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