BOOK 1:THE BEGINNING:CHAPTER XXXVII:A VIOLENT BRAWL

"Alright, fellas. Don't be scared now. It's gonna pinch a little more than you think but it will be fine and afterwards, I'll give all of you a bite",
"Will it hurt?",
The taller man with a sturdy shoulder amongst them, inquired whilst fidgeting vehemently.
"No. I promise you that you won't feel a thing after now. It will be like having a calm needle struck into your veins",
"But why do I feel like we all are going to feel a lot of pain because of that?",
Another fellow daringly asked peering directly at the claws.
"Because you all are acting like scared little children and we don't recruit toddlers who's afraid of a little finger. For those who want to be like us, step forward and those that want to leave, should leave but be warned, no one's leaving this place alive",
"That means...",
"You got it right. If you refuse, you'll be torn to pieces by my men but you'll live to become one of us, only if you agree to take the bite and the mark. It would be like taking a drug test that passes on eventually",
He replied reassuringly to them but they seemed evermore doubtful of his words though one of them, doggedly stepped forward and drew closer to him only to receive a sharp wound on the back of his neck swiftly inflicted by the claws leaving the recruits aghasted in surprise but the fellow soon recovered groaning in pain and staggered back to horizontal queue with his palm at the back of his neck in an effort to stop the bleeding.
"There you go. Who's next?",
The leader said waiting for the next man to step forward as well and someone did followed by the next including Pennant till they were done taking the exact same mark he had earlier seen on the back of the necks of the men watching them. Pennant felt his head spinning inside of him and felt giddy with a lot of voices echoing in his head after receiving the mark. A gruesome feeling of his mind daydreaming with flimsy memories flashing back and forth which he hadn't felt before though he was half conscious like the rest of the men to listen to the words of the omega wolf which he could barely decipher but he suddenly found enough courage to compel himself to raise his hand up as a sign of gesture that he had something to say.
"Yes, dude. What is it? Speak up, lad!",
The leader barked at him.
"I........ wanna pee...",
A short ripple of laughter followed amongst everyone except him as well as the omega leader in the hall as soon as he stuttered his response but Pennant did not feel embarrassed by their laughter and left his right hand hanging upwards while he tried to stop the bleeding on the right side of his neck with the other hand. Surprisingly, the leader remained quiet and beckoned on one of his henchmen to show him the way to restroom inside.
"Ronald, please escort this toddler to the bathroom, upstairs. We got no time to waste here making fun of someone who can't keep his bladder in check",
The leader ordered feeling undeterred of his endeavor to carry out the final round of the initiation and someone else from the group of spectators stifled a laughter in response to the dry joke made by the district Omega who wasn't amused by it and glared at the culprit more sternly than he did the last time he was peering at Pennant. Having gotten up from the seat, Ronald obeyed the order of the omega and walked straight to where Pennant stood struggling hard to overcome the tumultuous difficulties inside his mind before taking the victim by the hand and led him to spiral staircase behind the omega that led them upstairs and out of the midst of the others. Before long, Pennant had regain control of his mind and had become sober enough to sneak out of the bathroom to the back door of the building while Ronald was distracted with watching the show, from the parapet above them, of the other humans getting bitten one after the other by the Omega who had fully transformed himself to gigantic ferocious blue-eyed hairy werewolf whose long talons on both of his claws and canines were huge compared to the rest of the beta wolves. Thanks to the diversion, the spy had succeeded in getting the rest of the armed assassins lurking in the dark alley across the street led by the two advocates into the building without the knowledge of werewolves focusing their attention on the final stage of the initiation.
Leading the armed suicide squad, the two advocates swiftly entered the building and stealthily head upstairs from another staircase that led to the exact corridor Ronald was standing very much oblivious to the burglars coming towards him. With keen observation, Melizar beckoned on the others following behind him with masks concealing their faces, telling them to stop for a while in order to plan their attack so that they can deliver a painful blow against their opponents using the elements of surprise without having to incur heavy casualties on their side. The two advocates decided to share themselves further accordingly in groups of ten headed by each of the advocate with Pennant having armed himself with a long sharp Sabre sheathed in a narrow black scabbard that he strapped on his girdle as well as changed his outfit to join the other subsquad led by Melizar and had worn a hood with a black face mask like the rest of the assassins, to conceal his identity.
Before long, the assassins were already in a strategic position to strike the first blow. Azgaz stealthily ventured through the corridors out of his hiding hole first and eventually came across Ronald who was unaware of his surreptitious movements which gave the advocate enough time to knock him out of his senses with a critical hit on his vital points on the back of his that made him fell unconscious into the awaiting arms of the advocate so instantaneously, that the other werewolves including the Omega downstairs did not take notice of what was happening upstairs. Over half of the initiation ceremony had been completed and the Omega had just concluded inflicting painful bite marks on the new recruits who were still groaning in pain for sustained a great deal of it after having their arms bitten with the sharp canines of the ferocious beast except for Pennant.
The Omega was satisfied with having a taste of bloody flesh from each of the scared humans and was about shape-shifting back to his human dorm when one of the beta spectators spoke out from their midst.
"Master, We ain't done yet. Ronald is still yet to join us with that fellow who requested to be taken to the restroom upstairs",
Then the Omega growled as a sign of gesture to summon the last recruit yet to receive the bite mark and his henchman understood him.
"Yes, master. I'll go get both of them",
In the eyes of everyone else downstairs, he left his seat and climb the stairs as soon as he arrived at the bottom till he went up only to be slashed to death by Melizzar's blade but he yelled out before slumping down dead on the spot. At once, the other werewolves transformed in a pack of huge hairy dogs, tearing off their clothing apart and rushed upstairs in frenzy, springing high onto the upper corridors without the help of their huge limbs whilst the Omega waited behind to see who had infiltrated the hideout but the assassins were prepared for them even though their adversaries were ten times bigger than they are with claws and sharp teeth snarling at them. With much effort, the assassins surprisingly pushed the wolves back out of the narrow hallway which they used to their advantage and encroached further downstairs to wipe out the rest of them.
Two ferocious beta wolves violently sprang on two vulnerable assassins tearing them apart from limb to limb with their claws the moment they came out into the open and head to another only to be slashed on their torso by Azgaz who came to join the fight which was getting tougher for Melizar to battle alone with his ten men group. Each man were fully engaged in their personal warfare of trying to defeat the wolves with skilled weapons and were finding it difficult to overcome the ferocious monsters who tore apart five out of the twenty assassins, ripping their hands out of their joints till they perish painfully after a lot of blood had gushed out of their wounds. Clashes and slashes of swords against claws and talons of the beasts alongside splashes of blood on the ground accompanied by screams of death came resounding loudly within the heart of the living room amongst the trained combatants and the shape-shifters who seem more likely to devour their opponents to pieces since they were huge while the Omega who seemed to care less about the well-being of his henchmen, patiently withdrew to watch his pack handle the intruders without noticing some of the recruits slipping out of the house through the front door.