The Wolf’s Fury

The news arrived like a lightning strike in the middle of the night.

Lorenzo's cousin had been found dead in an alley in the southern part of the city — throat cut with surgical precision.

No one knew who did it.

No one knew why.

But when the message arrived in his hands — written in red ink on crumpled paper — something inside him broke.

"Your family is cursed. This is only the beginning."

Lorenzo read the words once. Then again.

His breathing slowed, almost imperceptible.

He crushed the paper into a tight ball.

His men watched in silence — afraid to speak, afraid to move.

Then it happened.

A guttural roar echoed through the walls of his hideout.

Lorenzo slammed his fist onto the table, splitting it in half.

Glasses shattered on the floor, scattering like broken teeth.

His eyes — usually cold and calculating — now burned with uncontrollable rage.

"No one touches my blood and lives to tell it."

He turned to his men.

"I want war. I want this city to know what it means to cross me. If anyone has information, we'll beat it out of them if we have to. But no one… no one at all… gets to walk away unscathed."

That Night – The City Burns

The first attack was sudden. Brutal.

A group of innocent civilians walked through the central plaza when Lorenzo's men stormed in, guns blazing.

Bullets tore through the air, striking without discrimination.

Screams of terror rang out as mothers ran, shielding their children, and the elderly fell to the ground, unable to escape.

But that wasn't enough to satisfy Lorenzo's thirst for revenge.

He led the next assault himself.

He entered a residential building where entire families tried to take shelter.

Knife in hand, he moved slowly down the dark corridors — leaving a trail of blood and horror.

A pregnant woman tried to flee up the stairs.

Lorenzo caught her before she reached the second floor.

He grabbed her by the hair, yanking her down with brutal force.

She screamed, begging for her life… and that of her unborn child.

Lorenzo only smiled — a cruel, empty thing.

"There is no mercy for sinners."

And with that, he drove the blade into her again and again.

Children's cries mixed with gunfire and screams of agony.

By the time Lorenzo and his men left the building, it was already burning.

Consumed by the chaos they had sown.

The Final Target – The Police Station

Lucas was reviewing reports when the first explosions shook outside.

He looked up just in time to see patrol cars being blown apart by homemade bombs thrown from armoured vehicles.

Rebecca ran to him, gun in hand, panic in her eyes.

"It's Lorenzo! He's coming straight for us!"

Officers scrambled, setting up makeshift barricades behind desks and cars.

But nothing could prepare them for what came next.

Lorenzo emerged from the smoke, fully dressed in black, a shotgun in one hand, a grenade in the other.

Behind him, his men moved like relentless shadows, firing without hesitation.

"Surrender now, and maybe I'll spare your lives!" he bellowed through a megaphone.

No one answered.

Instead, gunfire erupted from both sides.

Lucas and Rebecca took cover behind a desk as bullets ricocheted around them.

Other officers weren't so lucky.

Many fell within seconds.

One survivor raised his hands, trembling.

But Lorenzo only laughed.

And shot him in the head.

"Did you really think I'd show compassion?" he sneered, walking over the fallen bodies.

Lucas managed to wound one of Lorenzo's men, forcing a temporary retreat.

That was when Lorenzo delivered his final message.

He stood before the few surviving officers, surrounded by corpses and pools of blood.

His face was a mask of pure hatred.

"Listen well," he said, voice calm but threatening.

"If you want this massacre to end, hand over The Pastor and his Beloved Disciple. If not… I'll keep killing until there's no one left alive in this city. I won't stop. There will be no shelter. No salvation."

He laughed coldly.

Then left with his men, leaving behind a scene of hell.

Aftermath – The War Has Just Begun

When the dust settled, Lucas looked at Rebecca — both trembling with rage and helplessness.

They knew this was just the beginning.

And that Lorenzo would keep every word he had spoken.