Chapter 60

Seconds later,

7 men clothed in black speedily ran out of the woods and encircled the five men who were set to battle them.

"You smelly bastards, you just had to show yourselves and ruin our day, huh?" Oliver questioned with an angry glower on his face. He'd already kept his glasses in its case in the back seat of the second jeep and his eyes were now a glowing yellow that belonged to his wolf, Ray.

The putrid smell of these seven combined made it tough just to breathe and the feeling of barfing was increasing by the second.

"Leave these jeeps behind and we shall let you go without a scratch," said one of the men, a brown-haired short man, in an eerie voice.

"Are you sightless?" Zyair was compelled to ask the vampire who made this demand. Couldn't he see that these vehicles were not just custom, but also had the flags containing their pack's logo?

Oh, right! The fetid undead didn't care about such