Stelios wasn't lying about what he was saying.
His knives were riddled with pure silver, he had a unique ability that could bypass a Werewolf's reflex, and he also has the ability to sever a Werewolf's source of strength—anger and also the moon. It was what a Werewolf Hunter should have.
A complete set tailored to defeat any kind of Werewolf in the world.
But Rex was different, he wasn't only a Werewolf.
Bam!
Suddenly, a forceful blow struck Stelios from below—caving his stomach inwardly.
Glancing downward, Stelios couldn't see anything, there was nothing underneath him but the blow was real—it wasn't an illusion. His eyes churned in shock, 'What did he do? His claws… they're nowhere near me so how did he attack me?'
As his mind became a whirlwind of confusion, Rex cracked a playful smile.
"Didn't you say it yourself?" He asked with a voice filled with mockeries. "I'm not only a Werewolf!"
Bam!