It had happened a long time ago, but Basil could still remember the pain in his heart at that time. He still remembered his vow clearly to make the life of Jumanah a living hell if he ever managed to capture her.
And now that he had found the chance, he would not waste a single second.
The battle was getting more intense as more hunters continued to pour out of the amphitheater.
Arrows were flying everywhere, and there were deafening Cyrene sounds of screams and growls. Many people were killed, and others were badly wounded.
Basil searched everywhere, and finally, he saw Jumanah and Arawn fighting some wolf.
His plan was to lead them away from the village in the wounds where the other werewolves were waiting. There they would be out-numbered, and it would make it easier to capture them.
He went running where they were fighting, mind-linking the wolves there to live him to deal with them when Jumanah saw the big brown wolf coming toward them.
She took out the katana, ready to slay the wolf. But when it got near, instead of attacking them, it went past one of the kids that were running on the battlefield confused and bit and started running with it in his mouth.
On seeing this, Jumanah, who was the only one who had noticed this, went running after him to save the poor child, not knowing it was a trap when Arawn saw Jumanah running, he tried to call her back, but she was moving too quickly, and he was forced to follow her in the trap.
Once the hiding wolves saw that the two hunters were in this space well, they came out, covering them from all sides.
Arawn managed to shoot some of them, but they were too many, and soon they started jumping on him.
He fell on the ground dropping the guns that were in both hands. The big brown wolf kicked them away with his hide legs.
Jumanah was waving her katana around, and she got some of the wolves that were near her.
Basil then returned to his human form, and he told Clive and Fergus to shift back into their human form and hold Arawn for him.
When they had Arawn secured within their hands, Basil shouted to Jumanah to stop fighting anymore.
"If you want us to kill Arawn, then continue fighting my men," Basil told her in a cold voice.
When she had the voice, she seemed as if she had been paralyzed as she remembered the voice she had rejected. When Basil saw her shoulder tense, she smirked
"Someone seems to have a good memory. I will be then happy to tear you into pieces right now, but because my son might need you alive, I will not kill you now. But I will do it but fast you will watch as I kill your family as you killed mine, then I will kill you slowly and painfully." Basil said in an evil voice.
She turned around slowly, dropping the katana on her feet, and she raised her hand in surrender.
She knew better than to try her chances of survival in this situation. She just hoped that she would get a chance to escape.
The other wolves turned and held her down as her husband thoroughly checked their clothes for any weapons or something that could help them escape. Taking everything with them, they tied them with ropes
"Now I shall go and join the fun you may enjoy yourself, boys," Basil said as he went back to the battle.
Back on the battlefield, things were getting heated. Cyrene did not notice that her parent was missing as she tried to kill as many vampires and wolves as she could, and she was succeeding the battlefield, which was a few minutes back was the home of the hunters was now filled with blood and body parts everywhere.
Vampires were busy draining the hunters' blood and snapping their necks once they were done with them.
But also, the hunters were killing them with their wooden bullets and wooden arrows.
Darrell was busy fighting two of the hunters that were on his back, trying to stab him with their swords, but he kept throwing them off each time they laid their hands on him.
All of a sudden, he smelt a good scent. It smelled of vanilla and pine. It made him get distracted. The hunters took this opportunity to swing their sword and slash his shoulders howled loudly in pain.
He turned around and sank his long canine in the ribs of the hunter who thought that he had worn and was starting to stop being alert and threw his lifeless boy on the ground.