Error's POV

I followed the scent of smoke and werewolf, running as fast as my magic would allow me. The pace I was running at reminded how big this kingdom actually was.

Eventually I was able to make it to the far border of my territory. Several of the homes had been set on fire and I saw multiple mutilated dead bodies on the ground.

Me: Fifteen deaths.

I spoke out, knowing at least one of my subjects would hear me.

Then suddenly, a chill was sent down my spine and my sense was overwhelmed by the danger that was approaching me. I quickly stood and turned around to see four werewolves emerging from the dark forest.

  They were no ordinary strays, these wolves were hulking beasts that stood on their hind legs. Their muscles were enlarged and their body was covered with scars and dried blood. Sharp teeth and elongated claws shined under the orange light from the fire. Each one had a single white marking that curved around their left eye, a crescent moon. Mutated bodies and crescent moons, those were the defining features of the lunar pack.

  It was obvious they were waiting for me.

'I suppose I can use this moment to practice my magic and fighting.'

???: Look who decided to be our first good kill, the King of Leeches.

  I heard his voice in my head. Their disgusting scent filled sense of my smell, it almost gave me a headache. However I showed no weakness as I stared directly into their black eyes. Claws extended from my fingertips but unfortunately, nothing could rival the claws of a werewolf.

Me: I hope you understand that this is your last night on this earth.

???: I highly doubt that.

  What seemed to be their leader lunged forward and the other three circled around me. I casted a shield spell to block the first and dodged two that were attacking from behind. The last I was able to grab and throw it to the ground.

They were attacking with surprising coordination, something I had not trained for. I managed to block most of their attacks but I noticed that I was not prepared for a one against four fight. Gradually deep cuts appeared on my body, dangerous enough to easily kill a mortal.

  Casting an ice spell, I impaled one with a spike and froze the claws of another, causing them to shatter. The second of the injured wolves knocked me to the ground and opened its mouth to bite my head off since it could not use its claws. I grabbed the mussel and jaw, pushing them in opposite directions. I heard a loud crack before the jaw hung motionless. I kicked the wolf off of me and quickly pulled myself off. The impaled wolf was dead and the broken one was killed when I plunged my hand into its back and pulled out its spine.

  That only left two. One wolf took a swipe at me which narrowly dodged and I responded by casting a lightning spell that entered its body and attacked its heart. There was one left. In the heat of the moment, I could not sense where the last one was. I realized I was too slow when claws gash me across my back.

  I fell to the ground and looked up, seeing the leader standing over me.

???: I honestly thought the king of bloodsuckers would put up a better fight than this. The alpha will surely promote me for killing you.

  I bared my fangs in anger. During this fight I had felt nothing except the feeling that I had to protect my people. However knowing that this one could best me, I now felt a feeling of self preservation. I reached out toward it, I want to reach into its heart and soul and crush them. It was purest urge to kill.

  Nothing happened which caused the werewolf to grin evilly however, it suddenly howled from pain as it fell to the ground. It clawed at its chest frantically. I was hurting it through blood magic, a magic I did not know I could use.

  I left go and watched as the wolf relaxed and collapsed from exhaustion. I needed to keep it alive for questioning. I muttered a hypnotism spell which put the werewolf to sleep. Three were killed and one was sleeping, the fight was over.

  I stayed still on the ground, letting my body heal and my magic replenish. I listened to the crackling house fire and sighed to myself.

Me: I need to practice and learn more spells. If I do not...

I cannot protect Kilkree