Fangs Across Eternity

FATHER!!!

“Return home, son.”

His father shoved a ceira note into his hand, urgency flashing in his eyes.

Adrian stared at it, fingers tightening around the paper.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back. It’s not as dangerous as you think. We’re just moving in to support the Special Squad until reinforcements arrive.” His father’s tone was steady, but the rush in his steps betrayed him. He vanished back into the station, emerging with the unit’s special-issue rifles, fully geared for battle.

Moments later, all police units were set, and the thunder of hooves split the silence. Dozens of officers galloped toward the town gates, dust trailing behind them.

Adrian stood frozen, torn between what to do. ‘Do I follow… or just run away from this cursed place?’

He spat. “Ah, screw it.” He has a feeling that something bad might happen if he does not go.

His legs moved before his mind could stop him. He sprinted after them, the note crushed in his fist. ‘If this were a novel, I’d laugh at the idiot MC running into danger like this. Plot armour and all. Too bad I’m not the main character… Hell, I don’t even want to be one.’

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At the Town Gate…

“Chief of the MPF reporting!” the commanding officer dismounted, breathless.

“Finally. Look at this mess!” a Special Squad fighter barked, pointing.

The field beyond the gate was crawling with giant wolves, each one the size of a horse, their fur black as ink, three glowing eyes glaring like lanterns in the dark.

“Fire!!”

The police unit spread out, forming a firing line. Rifles roared, spitting special bullets that tore through the air. Wolves howled as rounds ripped into their hides, some collapsing, others pushing forward undeterred.

“Yaaahhh!”

A swordsman from the Special Squad charged. His blade shimmered with aura before cleaving clean through a lunging wolf, splitting its body in half. Blood sprayed across the ground.

Another wolf pounced, jaws wide, only to be blasted back mid-air by a lightning-charged palm strike. The fighter’s blow punched a smoking hole through the beast’s stomach.

“Holy…!” one of the police muttered in awe.

“Eyes front, you fool! Keep firing unless you want to be dog food!” the MPF Chief barked.

From a nearby rooftop, a girl jumped down, landing before a broad-shouldered man wielding a greatsword who is also the squad captain.

“Captain, the Church’s Special Units are on their way, but…” She hesitated, catching her breath. “The numbers of those beasts…they’re increasing. This might be a full-scale tide.”

The captain’s face hardened. “Then once those Church bastards get here, we’ll order the police to evacuate civilians. We can’t keep babysitting backup that needs our protection.”

His grip tightened on his blade. “This is a beast tide.”

“Yes, Captain!” The girl saluted and leapt back into the fray.

Soon, reinforcements arrived, warriors clad in armour bearing the sigils of gods.

“The Knights of the God of Iron and War have arrived! We stand with you!”

“The Church of Sun God Justice is here as well!”

The captain laughed as he cleaved another beast. “Hah! I thought you pious bastards would sit this one out. Fine, let’s see if you can fight as well as you preach!”

“MPF, start falling back!” the captain ordered. “Let the real fighters take the front!”

The police complied, still firing their rifles as they withdrew.

But then…

The wolves howled in unison. Their bodies convulsed, muscles bulging, speed doubling. The tide surged like a black flood.

“Brace!”

The line shattered. Fighters were dragged down, screams torn apart by snapping jaws. Blood misted the battlefield.

The ordinary police panicked, some dropping their guns, scrambling to flee.

One officer tripped, frozen as a wolf lunged at him, jaws wide enough to crush his torso.

“FATHER!!!”

The cry ripped through the battlefield.

A fist slammed into the wolf’s jaw with a bone-cracking impact. The beast’s skull snapped sideways, its body flipping before crashing lifeless to the ground.

Everyone froze.

Adrian stood there, chest heaving, his hand curled like a claw. He hadn’t thought. He had simply moved, drawn by instinct when he saw the wolf diving at his father.

Jorden, sprawled on the dirt, eyes wide with fear, slowly looked up. His son stood before him, shielding him, power radiating unconsciously from his body.

The battlefield stilled. Even the wolves halted, hackles rising. Then, they began to back away.

One by one, the monstrous three-eyed beasts growled low and retreated, retreat shifting into full-blown panic. Within seconds, the tide was gone, leaving only corpses and silence.

The church captains and Special Squad leaders exchanged shocked looks.

The captain glanced at Adrian, expression unreadable.

“…I don’t know. But it looks like he’s a fresh awakener… possibly beast-type.”