Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 100: The Carnage

Elias laughed, his voice filled with mockery. "They're asking us to kneel? How amusing!"

The others laughed too, their voices muffled beneath their sleek, black masks.

Sebastian's calm voice cut through the laughter. "Don’t kill anyone. We cin peace. One strike... make them

unconscious. On their count... Eight."

Eleanor stood silently, unmoving in the middle of the chaos, her expression detached. It was as if everything

unfolding around her held no relevance to her. The storm of tension and uncertainty barely brushed against her

serene, almost indifferent aura.

Meanwhile, the countdown from the opposing team continued, painfully slow and drawn out, perhaps to psyche

themselves up or scare their targets.

"Six... seven... eight."

The moment "eight" rang through the hall, four shadow guards moved in a blur, like lightning unleashed.

Sebastian was the first to reach his target... a burly man with a thick scar running across his left cheek, the same

man who had given the order to kneel. With surgical precision, Sebastian struck a hidden nerve cluster just

beneath the man’s left ear. The man’s legs gave out immediately, the gun slipping from his grip as he slumped

to the floor like a marionette with cut strings. He would be unconscious for at least thirty minutes.

Without missing a beat, Sebastian glided to the next man. A swift strike to the pressure point under the chin, and

the second attacker collapsed before his eyes could register what had hit him.

As he turned to find his next opponent, he realized with a blink that there were none left.

Raphael and Elias were already standing tall. The two had always shared an unspoken rivalry. Raphael excelled

with firearms; Elias, with blades. But in hand-to-hand combat, both believed they were the superior fighter.

Unofficially, they had turned this ambush into their own little contest... and each had scored three knockouts.

Despite their success, they cursed their luck under their breath for not having more opponents to compete over,

their grumbling drawing a chuckle from Alaric and Sebastian.

The four returned to their previous positions as if they had never moved. The only evidence of what had

transpired were the ten unconscious bodies sprawled on the floor like discarded mannequins.

Behind the front desk, the two receptionists huddled together in terror. As soon as they had realized a fight was

imminent, they had ducked under the desk, expecting gunfire to erupt. But after the eerie quiet that followed the

count to eight, they only heard dull thuds. No bullets. No screams. Just silence.

And that silence was somehow worse.

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In the restaurant, a suffocating stillness had settled. Every pair of eyes was fixed on the laptop screen showing

the front hall's live feed. No one spoke.

The camera had caught everything. The intruders’ movement had been unreal... faster than any trained soldier,

faster than Olympic sprinters. Their strikes had been decisive and brutal, dropping their opponents like

dominoes.

"They didn’t even need weapons," it was everyone's thought at this moment.

The security officer was the first to break the silence. His voice was grim.

"Backup team, move in. Open fire immediately. Don’t try to capture them... don’t let them get close to you."

"Yes, sir!" the eight responded in unison. They stood up, saluted with stern faces, and declared, "For Imperial

Haven!"

They grabbed their weapons and rushed out of the restaurant. These ended their eighteen ex-military

professionals... handpicked and highly trained. If they failed, there would be no one else left to stop the

intruders. Although all present members were killers and assassins, the security officer didn’t want to rely on

them.

The others in the restaurant stayed seated, eyes glued to the camera feed, the tension in the room thick enough

to cut with a knife.

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In the front hall, Elias yawned tically. "Where are the rest of them? | thought today would be fun."

"Be patient," Sebastian replied, his eyes scanning the hallway. "You're facing people with firearms. You can’t

afford to get reckless. And remember... you're not allowed to transform in front of ordinary humans."

Finally, Eleanor spoke, her voice calm and cold, as if reading a weather report. "A second team is approaching.

They'll shoot. Neutralize them now."

Her warning cjust a second too late.

The backup team, having witnessed the earlier confrontation through the camera feed, had learned from their

comrades’ mistakes. They entered the hall already firing.

The shadow team leapt into motion. For them, tslowed. Every bullet moved like molasses in the air. They

twisted and contorted mid-dash, avoiding the incoming fire with a fluidity that defied human limits. Still, a few

bullets narrowly grazed them.

Sshots missed them entirely... but dangerously veered toward Eleanor.

That was when Isadora moved.

With the grace of a dancer and the precision of a killer, she pulled a small, gleaming nun chuck from her pocket.

Her eyes blazed with focus.

The first bullet screamed toward them.

She twisted her wrist, and the edge of her nun chuck collided with the bullet mid-air. A metallic chechoed in

the hall, as if a bell had been struck.

Another shot came... then another.

She moved like a spectre, her hair swirling behind her like the tail of a comet. Each bullet met the sfate:

deflected by the impossibly timed arc of her blade. Sparks rained around her like falling stars. She didn’t miss a

single one.

Eleanor, who had silently prepared to sidestep if necessary, did not move. She stood her ground, her trust in

Isadora unshaken. For the first time, she gave the girl a quiet nod of approval.

By the tthe fourth bullet was neutralized, the shadow guards had already taken down the remaining

shooters.

Eleanor’s voice crackled in their earpieces, calm and composed. "Put them all to sleep. We don’t have tto

wait for them to attack. And do not kill anyone."

Elias and Raphael grinned like children who had just been handed candy.

"Race you," Elias whispered, already halfway to the restaurant.

"Too late!" Raphael shot forward, a blur of motion.

They darted into the restaurant like a

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Sebastian and Alaric arrived moments later. They stood at the entrance, watching the carnage unfold like

amused spectators.

"This never gets old," Sebastian murmured.

"Indeed," Alaric agreed.

Isadora, meanwhile, silently made her way behind the reception desk, where the two terrified women lay flat on

the floor. They didn’t even hear her approach.

"Sorry for the trouble," she said softly.

Both receptionists gasped and turned to look... but before they could react, Isadora struck swiftly, knocking them

unconscious with expert precision.

She returned to Eleanor’s side without a word, her calm presence a stark contrast to the havoc around her.

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The security officer stood frozen in place. His body trembled as he witnessed the results of his decision. These

weren't ordinary intruders. They were monsters in human skin... untouchable, unstoppable.

Around him, only a handful of restaurant staff remained standing, staring in horror. He knew it was over.

He raised both hands in the air, voice shaking but loud enough to echo across the room.

"We surrender!" he shouted.

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