It did not take long for Darren to burn the corpses to ash. Some of the people present noticed that Darren's flame seemed to be a bit stronger after burning all of the corpses.
"Darren, I just realized that we found out what was unique about Clara's mutated flames awhile ago but we couldn't quite make sense of yours at the time. Did you find out recently?" Ambrose asked curiously as he looked at the dark blue flame dancing in the palm of his older brother's hand.
Darren broke out into a cheeky smile when he heard his brother's question. It was almost like he was waiting for someone to ask, "Hehe little brother, after training with father and mother for awhile and killing some Impure Vampires that came too close to town for combat experience, father realized that I can grow the strength of my flame by consuming corpses with it."
Ambrose's eyes widened in surprise at the revelation. A few months ago, John had explained to the Zirel children that the only normal way to increase the abilities of a human supernatural bloodline was through rigorous training. In the Zirel Clan's case, their bloodline ability Power Over Fire, stores fire in their very cells. Only by training can a Zirel increase the intensity of their flame and also the amount of Power Over Fire that can be stored in their bodies.
There is another method to increasing the strength of a fire-based ability though. If you were to find a fire-based Supernatural treasure and consume it, you would gain immense benefits. The downside is, Supernatural treasures rarely appear on Earth and only in other realms are they more common. Of course, humans are not exactly welcomed in other realms so exploring and searching for such treasures would be akin to suicide.
So in conclusion, Darren's unique flame could potentially become something far more terrifying than anyone could imagine. Even if the increase in strength is miniscule, his unique flame would show it's true potential in the future after more battles and tribulations.
"Holy crap man, you're power is literally broken. You might be one of the only people in existence with the ability to directly grow stronger after a fight." Ambrose said happily as he patted his brother's shoulder with some force. The strength of his pat would have crippled a normal person but for Darren, it was simply slightly heavy.
"It's not that great because it only allows me grow a bit stronger each time. Anyways, what are you going to do now? I heard from Clara that you wanted to take New York for yourself. Summer break is in a week, are you planning on making a move then?" Darren asked excitedly as he thought of fighting side by side with his brother in the streets of New York(Not Literally).
"It's not that simple, Darren. There are a few groups of Supernatural's situated in New York. Although the Orilius Branch Clan held the most financial power in the city, it was not necessarily the strongest. There's another group of Vampires that call themselves The Tribe. Not only are they large in number, but they are well trained, violent, and ruthless according to Astar. There's also a group of Sirens who live in the city as well. They're only slightly weaker than the Vampire race physically but they are not constrained by their bloodline and each one of them have the ability to manipulate sound. There's also hidden and smaller groups that we have to look out for." Ambrose continued, "We also need to take into account the fact that other groups outside of the city vying for the Orilius Clan's position might try to take it. What I'm saying is that the current pack is nowhere near as strong and large as it needs to be to take control of New York."
Darren was shocked by Ambrose's intellectual and well-thought-out reasoning. The Werewolf race is generally known to be hot-headed and rash, but Ambrose had not displayed any of those traits whatsoever. Not even when his brother had first turned had he acted like a generic Werewolf. It was something that everyone around him had overlooked because of Ambrose's strength and poise, but there was not a single person who asked him about his mental changes since then.
'It's kind of like he's... better. Apparently he's one-of-a-kind in being a natural born Alpha. Maybe that has something to do with it?" Darren mused as he stared at his brother's side profile.
"Come on, let's go back to the Pack House. I'm going to invite my mom and dad over for dinner tonight." Ambrose said as he motioned to the rest of the group and disappeared into the trees.
"H-Hey! Wait for me brother!" Amelia cried out as she pried her eyes away from Brett and ran after him.
WHOOSH!
The rest quickly followed as the once noisy road turned silent. Only leaving behind a few cracks in the asphalt and a slight burning smell.
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WOOF!
WOOF!
The Divine Wolf pup was obediently sitting at the front door, waiting for it's friend to return. It picked up on Ambrose's smell pretty quickly and miraculously opened the door with it's paws so that it could wait for him.
Ambrose appeared a few feet from the front door. He was still in his Werewolf form so that the trip back would be faster. When he saw the pup sitting there waiting for him, he couldn't help but smile, although the smile was pretty scary in his Werewolf form.
He quickly reverted back to his human form and went to pick up the pup to console him, "Fen, did you miss me? I was only gone for a bit."
WOOF!
Ambrose had decided on a name for the mysterious Divine Wolf pup, Fenrir. Although Ambrose only called him Fen because he felt naming a 'Divine Wolf' Fenrir was a bit cheesy to begin with. Astar had suggested the name 'Clyde' but the name was mercilessly shot down by literally everybody. In the future, Astar would absolutely not get a say in naming things.
Within an hour, everybody was gathered at the dinner table, which was extremely long and had 12 seats. Five on each side and one at each end. Ambrose sat at the head of the table while Amelia sat directly at the other end. Darren and Clara were closest to him on his right and left, followed by his parents, and then his two subordinates, Brett and Simon.
The spacious dining room was filled with the sound of laughter and of conversation.
Suddenly, Clara looked at Ambrose and asked, "Little brother! I just realized that you never actually named your pack. Do you have any ideas?"
The dining room turned dead silent at the question. In everyone's hearts they all held the same question, but never voiced it out. After all, the name of the pack could be literally enteral throughout Earth and multiple realms.
Ambrose smiled slightly as he leaned back lazily in his chair, "Actually I've already though of the name but I guess I never told anyone. The pack will be called the Nightwalker Pack."