Vampire God in the Apocalypse

Lily noticed all of the wolves leaving the camp and heading toward the outskirts of the city, and she frowned.

Tracy followed along, and it didn't take long before they arrived at a mountain range.

Karim stood face-to-face with a woman who had long black hair and blue eyes. They stared each other down as Tracy walked to his side.

"Hm? So this is her. I can tell," the woman said as she looked at Tracy from head to toe.

"You are all wolves too?" Tracy asked, and Karim nodded.

"They're black wolves. We're the brown ones," he said, and Tracy nodded in understanding.

"Well, we didn't have any problems before, so let's talk about the main issue at hand—the moonstone," Trisha said as she walked forward too.

The people behind her began to transform back to human forms and walked forward with their leader.

Tracy was very confused about the entire thing. She could see that the people who transformed now were black, which was why they were called the black wolves, but she didn't understand the meeting's purpose or anything they talked about.

"She has only been awakened for three months, so we'll have to fill her in on the details," Karim said, and then Trisha looked around.

"Well, I guess we can do that while we wait for the white wolves," she said and turned to Tracy with a smile, crossing her legs and sitting on the ground.

Tracy was taken aback by her previous words and shook her head as she tried to focus.

"Wait, how many types of werewolves are there?" she asked, clearly confused.

"We're not types. We're all the same, but some of us carry the color of our ancestors, who were considered gods and goddesses. So the wolf clans were split into three and sent to various parts of the world," Trisha explained, and Tracy finally understood.

It was like the covens of vampires and the covens of witches. They aren't necessarily split apart by type but by nature and leaders.

They began to discuss the main reason for the meeting, and Tracy couldn't help but feel like they were all related somehow.

...

"So... We once had control over our full powers on the full moon," Tracy mumbled as she looked down.

She began to reflect on what Trisha and Karim had told her.

According to them, the werewolves were once able to control their full abilities, able to even stand up to vampires in terms of strength and speed.

However, due to a disturbance in the supernatural world, the witches, specifically the Moonlight Sirens, sealed the full potential of a werewolf and gave them multiple limits. Because of this, a werewolf has to endure horrendous pain during the full moon.

Their goal now is to retrieve the artifact sealing the werewolves' potential.

"But if we're to get the item back, we have to know the location of the witches so that we can get the item," Tracy said, and Trisha smiled at her.

"That's what Tarzon is for. They should be here by now, seeing how you've developed a moon mark," Trisha said, and Karim glanced at Tracy to see the symbol of a full moon on her forehead.

Tracy could also see the symbol of a crescent moon on Trisha's forehead, and she was very confused.

"So you guys have started the meeting."

Tracy looked to the side as she heard that voice and saw a tall man with white hair and brown eyes walking toward them. He had a similar look to Asians—white skin, small lips, beautifully shaped eyes, and long hair that swayed in the wind.

"White wolves' leader Tarzon, you're late as usual," Trisha said as she stood up and stretched.

They could also see similar people behind Tarzon, all with white hair, and they all sat down.

"Is this the new brown wolf goddess? I think Odab was more beautiful," Tarzon said with a smile as he bent down to greet Trisha.

Trisha noticed the half-moon mark on his own forehead and thought that he was just like her and Karim.

"Have you guys filled each other in?" Tarzon asked, and they all nodded.

"The next move now would be to raid the main base of the witches, but we would have to deal with the Sirens' annoying magic abilities," Trisha said with a grunt.

"What kind of magic do they use?" Tracy asked, and Tarzon spoke up.

"Have you heard of the myth of the sirens? How they use their beautiful voices to lure men and devour them? Well, the Sirens have similar powers."

"They sing, and stuff happens. One thing is their ability to manipulate the mind just with their voices, and they also have destructive water elemental abilities," Trisha continued. Then she sighed, glancing toward the wolves who were gathering after a long time.

"Their abilities sound dangerous," Tracy said, putting a hand on her chin.

This could also be an opportunity for her to grow her own power. If she could summon the power she had when she fought Dexter before, on the full moon, then she might be able to cross into the fourth class.

At least for now, they knew their target.

Lily was also around the area and overheard everything they talked about. She frowned as she hung from a tree, listening from a distance.

She overheard everything and immediately ran back to the camp to report to Dexter.

Trisha was about to stand up and chase after Lily, but Karim stopped her. Tracy refused to let her go as well.

That night, everything went well for the wolves as they made their plans. There was an upcoming full moon, and they had to succeed with that plan alone.

...

The next day, Dexter woke up to see that Tracy was no longer at the camp, and he glanced down at the large city, looking out from the camp.

"Are you looking for Tracy?" Lily asked as she saw Dexter, and he nodded to her.

He couldn't help but notice how she was standing close to six feet tall now. Such incredible growth in only five months of being a vampire.

"Oh, she and some other werewolves had a night meeting. She's alright now, though. Should we go meet her?"