The first row had white trousers and shirts. All were made khaki. The middle row wore dark green cargo pants and a black t-shirt. The last rows were wearing black leather pants and black leather jackets.
On the other hand, the trainers and the weapon keeper were seated behind the Arawn family.
Each train was wearing the uniform their trainee was wearing.
The ceremony started with the anthem and the motto of the clan. During this time, everyone was standing during this time.
After the motto, they all sat. The master of the ceremony stood up to start the ceremony.
The ceremony was going on smoothly, unaware of the real beasts that were entering their home.
***
While the Arawn clan was doing their usual annual ceremony, the Blood Moon Pack warriors were in the forest.
There were listening with contempt as the members of the clan cheered in appreciation.
Darrell evilly smirked as he knew that the hunters were not aware of the doom that would be falling on them.
Leading the group was the midnight wolf that belonged to Darrell. Behind him were two other wolves, one white and the other was dark brown, and it was bigger than the rest of the wolves in the woods.
Later the Vampires would arrive with their army of about twenty members.
Darrell led the group to the borders, but as soon as they started moving.
Melvyn moved in front of the black midnight wolf.
"Where are the witches? Did we not agree with them that they were going to go before us to set the place on fire to create chaos?" He asked, clearly laced with disappointment.
Darrell warningly growled before he transformed back to his human form.
He then angrily answered, "What did you expect after you, the Vampires, injured the coven leader? Did you think they would want to protect you anymore? Your attack made them withdraw their help? Thank you for that." Darrell said sarcastically.
"Really?" Melvyn asked with fake disbelief, "They still take that against us? Tsk. Women. They really hold grudges." He said before his gaze shifted to Reece with displeasure.
Reece immediately kneeled, "I am sorry, My Lord."
Melvyn waved his hand, "Nah. I thought initially to give you to them, and probably you can be their boy toy. But Ursula might..." He paused. His eyes turned cold, almost murderous, that even Darrell was surprised.
The Vampire Lord then smiled, "Well, they attacked first. I am not sure why they still keep tabs on this when we are only defending ourselves. Women, so unreasonable," Melvyn said as he was trying to defend himself.
Everyone knew that if Melvyn did not provoke, the witches would not take action.
There was a myth that witches would end the Vampire race if they wanted because witches created the first Vampire. No one really knew if that was the truth.
But regardless of the truth, the Vampire, full of pride, would not admit that mistake.
Darrell saw it was pointless to argue with the Vampire and transformed back to his wolf form. He wanted the hunter's blood, and that was his greatest goal that night.
The moon was not at its peak yet, meaning that many of the werewolves still had a small grip of control over their beast form.
They left for the Arawn's, leaving behind Clive and the third in command Fergus and all the tracking werewolves so that they could make sure that no one escaped.
The vampires went first and used their vampire speed, and they went snapping the necks of the guards at the borders.
The werewolves followed after them and continued with the massacre.
It did not take long for the clan alarm to blare.
Cyrene, who was sitting between her parents, could not understand if it was hallucinating.
When she came out of the amphitheater, she heard the loud screams. Cyrene immediately started running in the direction towards it.
Then she saw that not far from the residential houses, saw a woman with a baby in her arms being attacked chased by a werewolf.
Cyrene jumped in the air and landed on the brown wolf that was chasing. She held its neck and pushed downwards.
Cyrene squeezed the air out of it with her two hands. It did not take long for it to fall with a loud thud.
She then ran back to the amphitheater and walked to her father, who was shouting orders.
"Everyone, we are under attack! All hunters that are graduating today, get your weapons! Go save our home!"
Arawn and his wife were the first to come out for the amphitheater. Each of them, with their weapons, was ready to fight.
Cyrene, their daughter, was closely following them. She had her quiver full of the silver arrowhead. Inside of her leather jacket, she had ring daggers.
Her father had a 50 caliber pistol in his pocket and a 22 caliber sporting rifle on his hands, while his wife had a katana across her back and a pump-action shotgun.
The rest followed them, each with the weapons they had specialized in. They were all ready to fight.