Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 51: Revenge

Cain’s nostrils flared as the metallic tang of blood thickened in the air. His voice was sharp and commanding as he turned to Frank. "Who do you think is attacking?"

Frank, the head of his guards, didn’t hesitate with his reply. "Lord Javi or another Vampire lord!," he said grimly.

Cain wasn’t surprised. "Go on," he prompted.

Frank’s voice tightened with urgency. "If it were any other werewolf lord, I wouldn’t have had to call you. The casualty report I’ve received is bad. A Red has to be involved."

Cain nodded curtly, his jaw tightening as he processed the implications. The attack wasn’t random; it was calculated, and Lord Javi’s involvement meant they were dealing with a direct challenge.

"Drive faster," Cain ordered, the tension in his voice enough to make his driver step harder on the gas.

The car screeched to a halt near the blood-soaked battlefield, and Cain was out of the vehicle before it fully stopped. Gravel crunched under his boots as he strode forward, his expression unreadable but radiating lethal intent. His guards spilled out of the other cars, their bodies shifting seamlessly into monstrous wolf forms. Hulking and feral, their glowing eyes and sharp claws signaled their readiness for bloodshed.

Cain, however, remained in his human form. In his hand, he held a polished wooden stake that gleamed under the moonlight, its surface soaked in holy water. He moved with purpose, his focus unshaken even as the stench of blood thickened with every step.

The closer he got to the border, the more the scene filled him with quiet fury. Bodies of his people—werewolves and humans alike—lay scattered in grotesque disarray. Some were torn apart, their flesh shredded in ways that were almost playful, as though the attackers had enjoyed the slaughter.

His anger simmered just beneath the surface, each lifeless form adding fuel to the fire. "Lord Javi," he muttered under his breath, the name like venom on his tongue.

"Sir," Frank began cautiously, "shouldn’t you shift?"

"Not yet," Cain replied, his voice cold and deliberate. Transforming was a last resort. The curse of his beast was a double-edged sword: powerful, but dangerous. Turning was excruciating; returning to human form was even worse, as his beast fought to retain control of his body.

But as the stench of death grew unbearable and the metallic tang of blood coated his tongue, Cain could hold back no longer. Tossing the stake aside, he let the beast take over.

His body convulsed violently as the transformation began. Bones snapped and elongated, his muscles twisting unnaturally as black fur erupted from his skin. His frame swelled, towering over everyone else, a monstrous shadow against the moonlit sky. Crimson eyes burned with unbridled rage, and his roar split the night, reverberating like a war drum across the battlefield.

In an instant, Cain charged forward, a blur of feral power. His claws raked through the first vampire he encountered, the force of his attack tearing the creature into bloody pieces. Another lunged at him, but Cain caught it midair, his jaws snapping down with a sickening crunch.

He tore through the attackers with ruthless efficiency, his beast relishing the carnage. Blood sprayed in dark arcs as his claws ripped into flesh, and screams of pain filled the air. Cain knew the vampires wouldn’t die permanently unless starved of blood, but he didn’t care. His beast demanded violence, and he obliged.

The battle raged on, and Cain began to lose himself in the madness. His roars grew more animalistic, his attacks more indiscriminate. Friend and foe alike were tossed aside in his frenzy, his guards forced to dodge his wild strikes.

Then he saw him—a vampire with blazing red eyes standing on the edge of the chaos, unflinching under Cain’s murderous gaze. Recognition flickered in Cain’s mind. It was him.

But his beast didn’t care. It surged forward, mindless and hungry for blood.

Cain was mid-lunge, his jaws open wide, when the sharp cracks of gunfire echoed through the battlefield. Pain erupted through his body as bullets pierced his flesh—silver-tipped and burning like liquid fire.

His beast howled in fury, the searing pain only fueling its rage. Cain’s movements became wilder, more desperate, as he fought to maintain some semblance of control. But the curse was too strong, and he could feel himself slipping further into madness.

The vampires were retreating now, but Cain barely registered it. His focus remained on the Pureblood with the crimson eyes, who hadn’t moved from his spot. Cain growled, blood dripping from his fangs as he prepared to attack again.

Before he could move, another wave of bullets tore into his body, staggering him. The pain was blinding, but it wasn’t enough to stop him. He lunged forward, only to feel an ominous shiver run down his spine—a warning.

Instinct took over, and Cain darted to the side just as a missile struck where he’d been standing moments before. The explosion lit up the night, the heat searing his skin and burning away chunks of fur and muscle.

Cain howled in agony, his beast reeling from the pain. For a moment, he tried to force himself back into his human form, but the beast resisted. It was too wounded, too enraged to yield.

His guards closed in around him, trying to contain his rampage. Even with broken limbs, his beast fought back, thrashing wildly as it lashed out at anything within reach.

It wasn’t until Cain finally regained control and forced himself to shift back that the chaos began to settle. Collapsing to the ground, he gasped for breath, his body trembling from the effort. His skin was raw and blistered, and blood dripped from deep wounds that had yet to heal. A robe was draped over his shoulders, and he sat silently for a moment, his fury simmering beneath his exhaustion.

"Missiles are banned under treaty law!" Cain barked hoarsely, his voice rough as he glared at the carnage around him.

"Yes, Lord Cain," Frank began hesitantly. "You’ll need to take this up with the Council as soon—"

Cain cut him off with a sharp wave of his hand. His crimson eyes burned with renewed intensity. "Tonight," he growled, his tone deadly. "Send two missiles into Javi’s district."

Frank’s face paled. "But my lord... If you do that, Lord Eldric—the other council members—they’ll—"

Cain turned his glare on Frank, the weight of his beast’s aura silencing him instantly. "Target his mansion," Cain said coldly. "I want it done before we return."

Frank hesitated but ultimately bowed his head.

Cain’s gaze hardened as he stared at the blood-soaked ground. His pain was immense, but his fury was greater. "It’s better to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission," he muttered, his voice low and dangerous.

Revenge was all that mattered now.