Fenrir began leading his pack towards the castle. The undead no doubt believed he would slink further away with his tail between his legs. Their arrogance was about to cause them a blow as Fenrir found what he was looking for. A faint scent.
He actually snarled angrily out loud. Eagerly he pointed his nose to the direction it was coming from. He alerted the werewolves to follow him quietly deeper into the night. After a brief run he saw a carriage moving slowly though the forest. Inside sat two vampires conversing. Fenrir growled in rage inhaling the scent of the Thestral pulling the carriage that had alerted him.
Silently he began splitting up his pack keeping the carriage in sight at all times. He saw that one was a female pale and lovely with blond hair coiled neatly behind her head. The other vampire was a rather pinched face young man with thick dark hair that curled behind his ears. They were laughing and chatting smug and sure that they were safe being what they were. Most people shifters and non didn't try to tangle with them. They were deadly creatures.
When Fenrir was ready he let out a loud noise signaling the werewolves to attack. Even as both the undead looked up startled Ferir himself came smashing though the window claws out catching a hold of the woman who cried out in pain as he sliced mercilessly through her clothes and dragging her halfway out. The other window burst and the young man cursed as he leaped up. He turned into fog and changed again into the frightening bat creature ready to fight for his comrade.
Even has he bit one of the werewolves trying to scramble onto the roof after him he must have realized it was a lost cause. Before he could get away one of his wings was grabbed and he was dragged down. He cried out in pain as he was assaulted. The werewolves had underestimated him however and he turned into mist again. When he reappeared he grabbed one of the shape shifter and broke his neck. A clawed hand came toward him and he sank his fangs into a female who screamed out in agony.
Meanwhile Fenrir had buried his teeth into the neck of the lovely blond even as she hissed at him and sank her nails into his flesh. The spurt of blood weakened her immediately. She groaned as Fenrir bit deeper actually pulling her head off. The tendons stretched and the bones of the spine snapped under the brutal pressure of Fenrir jaws. Once she was fully decapitated she began to rot. Fenrir gagged and spit out the mouthful of flesh he had been about to devour.
Movement alerted him to the male vampire who was hovering above the carriage. Wings had appeared on his back from his cloak without forcing him to change into the hideous bat creature. His face was tight with anger and he shook his fist at them.
" Damn you Fenrir! You'll pay for this! " he spat before taking off into the sky.
Fenrir moved around the carriage and grimly assessed his pack members. One man was laying on the ground cradling a bit arm. Another was dead of a broken neck. Still another was curled up on the ground bleeding out kicking and rolling in the dirt. A female sat on the ground wimpering while her mate licked the bite the vampire administered to her.
Enraged Fenrir voiced a cry that was so furious a few of his pack members cringed away from him. Though he didn't think in the same ways he did when he was human he knew he'd have to bring the dead back to the village. They all had family so he couldn't just leave them in the woods.
But he'd find a way to make the bloodsuckers pay. He'd personally assure the families of that.