Wolf of the Blood Moon: A Blood Magic
Book 1: Chapter 12.1: The Hunter Becomes The Hunted Part I

Scarlet Asger

Okay, if these things are stronger on average than the spawn I’ve been dealing with, then there is no way I can take on a pack of five of them at once. At least, not without some help.

But what might be on this floor that could help me deal with them? I don’t know this building well enough to plan around it!

I stand frozen for several seconds before a thought comes to me.

The shields. Each bunker has their own miniature shield in place, and these shields are detrimental to demons but do not hurt humans. And they’re set up to defend against anything Class III and below. At least, the basic ones are. The more advanced shields should be able to defend against Class IV demons too.

Each bunker shield has a layer of electricity around the barrier that will absolutely fry any demon that touches it. Which makes me a little hesitant to touch it my-

“Don’t worry about that. The shields will register you as human,” Tar relieves my only worry about this plan.

I nod my head and immediately begin running in the direction of the shield.

Let’s just hope that I manage to navigate this damned maze of a building before those hounds catch up with me.

As I run through the halls of the building, I eventually begin to hear the hounds begin howling and barking at the same time, some doing one some the other. As if they were enjoying themselves chasing prey.

My eyes narrow at that thought.

I am not prey.

It takes me another few minutes of running to reach the bunker, which on this floor is located in the corner of another common area. The normal spot to put them. Where a lot of people congregate.

I quickly turn back to see the hounds turning the corner before slowing down as they enter the common room.

My eyes narrow at them, and I activate Blood Claws, spreading my hands out on either side of me to ready for battle.

Do or die time.

Inside of the Bunker next to Scarlet

A few moments ago

Jacob never really expected to be able to become a security officer for a building owned by Silver Works, nor did he believe himself to be worthy of the position. But despite that, he always hoped for it. And when he finally got it? He was over the moon with joy.

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Now he wishes that he could be anywhere else but here.

“How the hell do you expect me to hide in here while she might be in danger?!” Abigail Young shouts while physically swinging her arms to her side and glaring directly at Jacob, not intimidated in the slightest by his large build. “Open the damned door and let me go, young man!”

The old lady appears to be in her sixties or seventies and has long grey hair running down her back. She’s wearing regular business attire for the company, along with a pair of glasses long since forgotten after falling off her face.

Jacob lets out a sigh before shaking his head and saying, “I’m sorry lady, but even if I did let you go, the shield around the building is unbreachable from the inside. And that’s assuming you even got there without being killed by the demons along the way.”

The other people inside of the bunker aren’t making things easier for Jacob either, with their obvious looks of ‘don’t open that door’ practically bleeding through their faces.

“I don’t care!” Abigail shouts, making some of the people flinch at the panic clearly on display in her voice. “I need to find my granddaughter! She’s all I have left!”

Jacob sends a glance to the other security guards in the room, only to be ignored by them as they each suddenly find the ceiling incredibly interesting to look at.

Damned cowards!

The man turns back to Abigail and breathes in deeply to begin speaking, only to breath out again and turn towards the bunker door when it starts beeping. Then his eyes, along with those of everyone else in the room shift to the screen that lowers from the ceiling, showing the events going on outside of the bunker.

Everyone goes silent as a girl, no older than Jacob’s own daughter, runs into the large room connecting dozens of offices with a large window scaling the wall on one end of the room and various other decorations scattered throughout it. The girl is obviously a Guardian, considering her wolf ears and glowing eyes, but some of the people in the room can tell a vast difference between her and their boss, who is always looking around for threats and practically stiff as a board unless he’s talking to his daughter.

A new Guardian, maybe?

This thought runs through many of the people’s heads in the room and soon enough, whispers begin to spread. And Jacob can’t help but frown as he hears some of them.

“Do you think one of our coworkers contracted a spirit?” “No, it can’t be. She’s clearly not wearing attire fit for our company.” “Yeah, she looks like she’s just in casual clothes. So she can’t be an employee here, can she?” “She looks like she’s only recently graduated from high school or something! There’s no way she could’ve gotten a job here so quickly!”

Jacob focuses on the screen again to examine the girl more closely, taking in her attire of a black and red jacket over a black shirt with some sort of logo on it that he doesn’t recognize, and a pair of regular black pants. Nothing extraordinary or anything. Outside of the red highlights in her black hair and her inhuman features that show her as a Guardian that is.

He can’t help but stare at her ears.

I wonder if they’re as soft as they look?

After a single moment, he realizes what he had just thought and shakes his head.

Then he hears the murmurs of the others grow in volume.

“Look! There are demon hounds! Do you think she’s gonna fight them?!” “Of course she is, you idiot! She’s a Guardian!” “But isn’t she just a new Guardian? Is she strong enough to fight off a pack of hounds?”

Jacob looks over to the entrance that the girl had walked through before finding five demon hounds slowly prowling into the room like a pack of wolves. The creatures are clearly smaller than wolves, yet still larger than regular dogs, and have pitch black fur and eyes, with a few streaks of red going across the black.

Shit. This might be bad if she’s as new to being a Guardian as I think.

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