At this moment, the only one more stunned than Emma… was Jim—the very person who had brought James into the warehouse.
When Jim first led James in and prepared to introduce him to the rest of their pack, he was immediately stopped by his father. Unlike the younger, more reckless Jim, his father was far more experienced. Just one glance was enough for the old werewolf to realize something was off—James didn't carry the blood of a werewolf. It looked similar, sure, but it wasn't the same.
And more importantly, James was definitely not Jim's uncle.
Bringing a complete stranger like this into their territory made Jim's father furious.
But before any of them could react, James—who had been holding back his fury—finally snapped the moment his eyes landed on the human hearts laid out on the table.
"No no no, don't kill me—AHHH—!"
With a savage roar, James drove his claws straight through one of the werewolves' chests. Then he spun, pinning a second attacker to the ground just as he tried to shoot him from behind.
What even James didn't realize was that the adamantium slowly draining his life away… was now the thing these werewolves feared the most.
In just a few minutes, the wolves had lost nearly half their numbers, and panic broke out among them.
"He's just one guy! Take him down!"
Jim's father roared the command, rallying the rest of the pack. But not one of them obeyed. Every werewolf there was paralyzed with fear.
They wished they could run faster—because if demon hunters were terrifying, fighting a superhero like him was plain suicide.
"Looks like Wolverine's reputation works just fine in this universe too," Polaris said with a smirk, clearly pleased with Emma's utterly shaken expression.
As the werewolves scrambled to flee the warehouse, Polaris raised her hand. Instantly, the iron bolts on the main doors slammed shut, windows slammed down one by one, and sheets of metal sealed every possible exit—airtight.
Emma's mouth twitched. She used to think becoming a werewolf made her something special… but now she was standing in the presence of literal superheroes.
Sensing Emma's wide-eyed stare, Polaris smiled gently.
"Relax. Yeah, you're a werewolf now, but I'm not some trigger-happy maniac. As long as you're with the humans, I've got no reason to hurt you."
"…Thanks?"
Emma wasn't sure if she was more anxious or excited.
Meanwhile, the werewolves, realizing there was no escape and spotting the glowing portal in the warehouse corner, decided to go down swinging. Seeing Polaris sealing up their only exits, they turned on her in a frenzied charge.
"Werewolves, huh?" Polaris rolled her wrists, stepping forward to shield Blink and Emma. "Better than fighting Sentinels."
"You two go. Save the hostages."
Blink and Emma locked eyes and nodded. They immediately darted off in another direction.
One werewolf moved to intercept them—but was immediately skewered to the floor by a rusted steel pitchfork, impaled through the chest before he even realized what hit him.
"Tch. If I knew there was this much metal lying around, I wouldn't have dragged all that scrap with me."
With a flick of her wrist, Polaris sent a lawnmower flying like a missile. It smashed straight into the lead werewolf, crushing his bones under its weight and killing him instantly.
In truth, aside from literal gods, most monsters could still die—as long as the attack was strong enough. Weaknesses didn't matter if you hit them hard enough. And right now, Wolverine and Polaris were the perfect proof of that.
"You know…" Polaris blinked playfully, raising her fingers. Dozens of silver bullets floated into the air around her, orbiting like tiny satellites.
Seeing this, the charging werewolves immediately slammed the brakes, their eyes wide with terror.
"I've always wondered—maybe my powers and my dad's are just naturally built to counter anything with 'wolf' in its name."
The floating bullets weren't just any ammo. They were specialized silver rounds—designed specifically for werewolf extermination. Against lycanthropic tissue, they were even more destructive than Kryptonite was to Superman.
After all, Superman could build up immunity to Kryptonite in rare cases. These werewolves? Not a chance.
"You… You can't do this!" one of them cried out, his voice shaking with terror.
"You're Polaris! You're supposed to be a hero! You can't just kill people like this!"
Polaris looked at him like he'd just told her a joke. She glanced at the spilled "food" on the floor—bloodied, human hearts. Her nose wasn't as sharp as Logan's, but she wasn't naive enough to think those came from livestock.
"You call that human?" she said coldly.
She flicked a finger—and one of the silver bullets blasted forward like lightning, punching through the werewolf's heart without hesitation.
The remaining werewolves staggered back a few steps after witnessing the scene. A few even broke down into pleading sobs—they were completely terrified of the superpowered beings before them.
"We were just trying to survive! This curse—it's not something we chose! You can't imagine what it means for us… it's nature's law! You don't have the right to judge us! You don't have that power!"
"…She might not."
Suddenly, a deep voice echoed from behind a haystack.
"But I do, you sons of bitches!"
A man wielding a shotgun stormed out, eyes full of murderous intent, and without hesitation, opened fire on the werewolves.
Behind him stood another, taller man—along with Emma and Blink.
Gunfire rang out through the warehouse. When it finally fell silent, the entire floor was slick with blood. Nearly twenty werewolf corpses lay scattered, their bodies twisted and broken—some barely recognizable as once-human.
As life faded from their forms, they began to revert to their human appearances. The warehouse now looked like a brutal massacre—but only those involved truly knew what these things had been.
Emma collapsed against the haystack, panting hard. Everything that had happened tonight had completely shattered her worldview. She couldn't even begin to process it.
Polaris, on the other hand, approached the two men calmly.
"I'm guessing you're Dean. And you… you must be his brother, Sam."
"That's me," Dean replied with a wry smile, waving casually. "Do I know you? You're… uh, Scarlet—"
"Polaris," Sam quietly corrected him.
"—Polaris! Yeah, right, hahaha," Dean laughed, trying to cover.
Polaris rolled her eyes with a look of complete exasperation.
Emma—Kate, rather—just stared at Dean in disbelief. "Wait—Dean, aren't you even surprised? They're superheroes! That's Wolverine! Wolverine!"
Dean understood why she was freaking out. These were people who, by all logic, should only exist in comic books. Sure, in their world, they had run into werewolves, vampires, ghosts… but superheroes? That was a whole new level of insane.
But after everything Dean and Sam had been through, they weren't exactly the naïve hunters they used to be. Sure, they were caught off guard—but surprised? Not really.
"I know who they are, Kate. Don't worry—they're on our side."
"Kate?" Polaris raised an eyebrow and looked toward the girl on the ground. "I thought your name was Emma?"
"Emma's just my alias," Kate shrugged. "My real name's Kate."
"Wait a second… you two know each other?" Blink asked, looking at Dean and Kate in surprise. To her, hunters and werewolves were supposed to be mortal enemies—not old friends catching up.
"Oh, Kate might be a werewolf," Sam explained, "but she was turned by a pureblood's bite, not born into it. She's managed to keep her mind even in her transformed state. As long as she doesn't hurt people, we're willing to give her a second chance."
He turned to Kate with a faint smile.
"Honestly, we didn't expect to run into you here. Especially after the last two… run-ins."
"Let's not talk about the past," Kate waved him off with a tired sigh.
"So…" Dean slung his shotgun back over his shoulder, turning to Polaris. "What are you doing here? And where's Alex?"
"About that..." Polaris opened her mouth, then glanced toward Wolverine, who was walking toward them from not far away.
"I didn't know Wolverine had an old man," Dean muttered under his breath.
"That is Wolverine," Sam nudged Dean with his elbow and whispered, "Variants from different universes can be pretty different. He's not the same one we ran into last time."
Their voices were low, but for someone with Wolverine's heightened senses, they might as well have shouted.
Without a word, James walked up to the group. He gave Dean a quick glance, then pulled out a photograph from his coat. After carefully comparing it with Dean's face and confirming the match, he gave a subtle nod.
"Come on. This isn't the place to talk."
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