**Razor**
With a nod, I motioned for the creatures to attack. They lunged at me, their claws and teeth bared, but I was ready. I dodged their attacks with ease, moving swiftly between them as I struck back with ease.
One by one, I took them down, each one falling to my blade. Damon's confidence wavered as he watched his stupid ass creatures being defeated by a single werewolf.
Finally, I stood face to face with Damon. He was pale and sweaty, realizing he was cornered. "You can't defeat me, Razor," he snarled, trying to sound confident.
Just then, Dean and some of my men rushed into the room, surprised to see bodies littered everywhere.
"Boss, everything is under control," Dean reported, his smirk directed at Damon, who was backed into a corner.
"Call the men and tell them to search around for my wife. She ran... she couldn't have gone far," I instructed, my eyes never leaving the bastard in front of me.
