My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 157

Every minute of the three-hour ride raised my anxiety. I kept shifting in my seat as if it was the most uncomfortable chair I had ever sat on. Patrick had noticed it a few times, and then gave me a warm, soothing smile, which helped me remain composed… until another wave of restlessness drew air from my lungs, bringing me closer to a choking state.

Seeing the road sign informing us that we were 50 miles away from Greystoneville sent chills down my spine. We entered the Southern Woods Pack's territory. The long line of black vans drove through the road crossing the vast forest area that surrounded Greystone Mountain, a perfect place for wolves to hunt… or set up their battles while keeping their existence hidden from the human eye.

Greystoneville had been built, starting at the foot of the mountain and climbing uphill. The lower parts, further away from the woods, were mostly inhabited by humans and low-ranked wolves. The upper districts belonged to those who contributed to the pack or brought my father money. Then, finally, Randall D'Apolito's mansion spread across the town's highest hill, surrounded by the woods. This was our main target.

Draven's Moon Hill warriors were going to attack from the lower parts of the woods. There were wide fields that set the conditions for an open wolf battle, but those grounds were further away from the mansion.

It was the Royal Army that was going to attack from the side of the mountain. That area gave the vampires the upper hand since it was densely forested, and werewolves couldn't easily run in their wolf form. Werewolves, on the other hand, were weaker than vamps in their human form. My father must have chosen the location of his residence so that no wolves from other packs had easy access to it. I guess he had never thought that he had created perfect conditions for vampires to attack.

We knew that the best warriors from the Southern Woods Pack had already been expecting us. They were fully aware that the Moon Hill Pack and the Royal Army had taken down the Great Five, and they had no allies left to lend their power to them. The Southern Woods Pack was doomed to fight alone.

It was long after sundown when we arrived at the north side of Greystone Mountain. Once we got out of the cars, Patrick handed me a black, long-sleeved sort of armor made of thick and rough fabric.

"Wear it," he ordered.

I wanted to ask why, but then I looked closely at the material. I flinched as I realized that my new piece of clothing was made of Kevlar, which was supposed to protect me from bullets and sharp claws. I looked around and noticed that everyone wore similar, protective parts of clothing, making me acknowledge that it was going to be a whole different type of battle.

"Shit," I cursed under my breath.

The problem with the wolves in their human form was that they could use guns. I was quite certain that I was able to regenerate from getting hit once or twice, but I wasn't planning on testing that theory. Besides, my regeneration skills didn't make my wounds painless. Aside from my super genes, I wasn't invincible. The vamps could get hurt by silver bullets, and wolves could die from getting shot with aconite, but for me, each bullet could be equally deadly. I put on my armor. Surprisingly, it fitted without restricting my movements. Nonetheless, having it on me only increased my restlessness.

We walked in wide formations for an hour until we got close enough to smell our enemy. Patrick raised his hand in a rapid gesture to halt.

"Snipers," he said quietly, gesturing an order while glancing high at the trees on his right and left.

I looked up, and only then did I notice soldiers, hiding in the upper crowns, covered in leaves. They all had sniper rifles. At Patrick's command, all of those standing on the tree branches leaned forward, searching through the darkness of the woods with their sharp, blazing eyes.

"I counted six, at ten and eleven o'clock," said one of the snipers from the left side.

Then one from the other side added, "There's a group of around fifteen coming at three o'clock."

"Eliminate as many as you can." Patrick's firm voice pierced through the filled with tension air, and then he glanced at our formation walking on the ground, saying, "Prepare to attack."

Aconite bullets swished through the trees, taking down some of the wolves and alarming the rest, who darted towards us.

"Now." Patrick's command made my adrenalin rise to an insane level in half a second.

Some wolves decided to change their form, while others pulled out their guns and started shooting. My eyes abruptly adjusted to the dark while my hearing shifted to catch the whistling high-frequency pitch, making me able to predict the bullets' trajectory quickly enough to dodge them.