My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 164

Hybrid. This one word bounced inside my mind as I tried to grasp the meaning of it. There was no reliable information about creatures being a mix of werewolf and vampire. According to the legends, there was a tiny possibility of a child of a vampire and a werewolf being born, but no records were found to prove that. To give us any information, Leo read the notes that Doctor Will Duarte provided after examining the body of one of the degenerates.

Will found many similarities between them and vampire commoners, which could suggest that the one creating the degenerates had to be a vampire noble or at least have a lot of noble genes. At the same time, their insatiable hunger could only be compared to those who were born to live with a commoner vampire's bite: the vampire degenerates. The hybrid degenerates didn't have fangs but massive jaws with sharp teeth. Their claws also resembled those of wolves rather than blade-like vampire claws. They were all at least 6.7 feet tall, with their postures slightly resembling werewolves in their wolf form, standing on two feet.

The description itself injected fear into the hearts of those who listened. I became more nervous, as I realized that my human body was more than unprepared to face those hybrids, and I would have to go far beyond my limits just to survive. I looked at Sariel and saw how restless he was. He was worried about me. He surrendered to my stubbornness, but he was more than aware that he couldn't possibly guarantee my safety during the battle. I wanted to fight to help him, not to make him worried, but at that moment, I was wondering if I truly was able to be of any help. I needed to find a quick pattern to defeat those creatures, just like I did when I fought against the wolf for the first time. I glanced at Sariel and smiled at him, trying to convince him that I was fine after hearing the news, and he smiled back at me, pretending that he believed my superficial confidence.

"There is one rule in this battle," Leo said, finishing our meeting. "We don't take prisoners. We kill. The creatures we are fighting against are monsters. Their only purposes in life are to feed and kill, and it doesn't matter if they drink the blood of a human, a wolf, or a vampire. Those who try to show mercy will be the first to die." He glanced at me meaningfully, making me uncomfortably shift in my chair.

I couldn't help that I wasn't ok with killing anyone. The fact that I knew those degenerates used to be simple humans didn't help at all. Nonetheless, I got the meaning of Leo's words, and engraved one argument in my mind: they used to be humans, but now they were monsters, and the process was irreversible.

The preparations for the upcoming battle started immediately after the meeting. I was assigned to lead three teams responsible for evacuating humans and weak wolves from the western districts. Since the degenerates were already surrounding the whole area, those people could only be moved to the center part of the town.

The town hall sent messages alerting every citizen, wolf or human, and informing them of what they should do, but we still needed to go from door to door and force people to evacuate.

"I don't understand what is urgent! What kind of crisis are we expecting? The fire? The flood? I need answers before I get my ass anywhere out of my home!" A mother of three meaningfully crossed her hands over her chest.

She was a human, who most likely had no idea of the existence of a supernatural. I struggled to tell her how important it was for her to take her kids and run the hell out of the area, which was right at the town's western border. She was making it harder for me and wasting the time that I didn't have.

"Step outside of your house and close the door for a second, if you don't want to scare your children," I demanded harshly but was convincing enough for her to obey. "Stay here and wait."

I ran towards Patrick, grabbed him by the elbow, and dragged him to the stubborn lady's porch. He looked at me questioningly, but I didn't say a word until he was standing in front of the fiercely frowning 300-pound woman with curly ginger hair. He smiled awkwardly and greeted the lady with a brief nod, before raising his brows at me.

"Show her your claws," I told him.

"Are you serious?!" Patrick's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Deadly," I confirmed, "It will make my explanation quicker."

The woman narrowed her eyes at us while Patrick hesitantly raised his hand towards her, making her focus on his palm.

As his nails turned into 6-inch blades, she screamed her lungs out, "Monster!"

I patted poor Patrick's shoulder, releasing him from this unfortunate task, and shielded him before the terrified lady thought of throwing objects at him.

"He's one of the good guys," I assured, "but, trust me, you don't want to meet the bad guys. I suggest you stop arguing and start packing the necessary things to leave in fifteen minutes."