The fight with Dracula isn't as difficult as you'd anticipated. You're scared at first that some of your packmates might get bitten during the confrontation, but werewolf fur is notoriously tough against vampire fangs. Vampires hate werewolves intrinsically—something about their blood being repulsive to the undead, an ancient animosity coded into their very existence.

But these werewolves—your pack—have an additional protection. They've bonded and mated with you, which means your unique DNA flows in their blood now. Your dragon essence has altered their chemistry on a fundamental level. And that means one thing: fire.

Dracula rises from his throne-like chair at the head of the table, his shadow stretching unnaturally across the floor. His arrogant expression has transformed into one of cold calculation as he assesses the pack surrounding him. Eight powerful werewolves plus you—a dragon-werewolf hybrid princess—make for formidable odds, even for the lord of vampires.

"You think mere beasts can challenge me?" Dracula hisses, his form beginning to waver and expand as he calls upon his ancient powers. "I have ruled the night for centuries!"

Bang Chan lunges first, his massive black-furred form a blur of motion as he targets Dracula's left flank. Felix circles right, golden eyes gleaming with predatory focus. The rest of the pack moves in perfect coordination, a hunting formation practiced over countless moons.

Dracula is fast—inhumanly so. He dodges Bang Chan's initial attack with aristocratic grace, his shadow-blade materializing in his hand as he prepares to counterattack. But Felix is already there, jaws snapping at the vampire's arm.

What happens next astonishes even Dracula himself.

As Felix's teeth make contact with the vampire lord's pale flesh, a spark ignites. Flames—golden-orange with hints of blue—erupt from the point of contact. Dracula shrieks, recoiling as the fire spreads along his arm faster than he can extinguish it.

Your eyes widen in realization. Your dragon fire—the same fire that courses through your veins—now exists within your bonded pack. Their saliva, their blood, their very essence now carries your fire magic.

"What is this abomination?" Dracula snarls, desperately trying to smother the flames consuming his sleeve.

You step forward, wings spread wide in a display of dominance. "That's what happens when dragon royalty chooses her pack," you inform him with deadly calm. "My fire runs through their veins now."

The realization dawns on Dracula's ancient face—he's not just fighting one fire-breathing opponent, but nine creatures all capable of igniting his greatest weakness.

The pack moves in perfect synchronization, herding Dracula away from potential escape routes. Each time a werewolf manages to scratch or bite the vampire lord, flames erupt from the wound. The castle hall fills with Dracula's enraged screams as he finds himself overwhelmed from all sides.

Bang Chan signals to two packmates who leap onto a chandelier, sending it crashing down to block one exit. Felix and another werewolf force Dracula toward you, their coordinated attacks leaving him no choice but to retreat in your direction.

You wait until he's directly before you, his once-immaculate appearance now disheveled, his white hair partially singed, his aristocratic features twisted with rage and disbelief.

"Impossible," he gasps, genuine fear flickering in his ancient eyes. "No pack has ever—"

"We're not just any pack," you interrupt, rising to your full height. "We're royal."

With that, you inhale deeply and exhale a concentrated stream of dragon fire directly at him. The flames engulf Dracula completely, his silhouette visible for just a moment within the inferno before it collapses into ash.

The pack's howls of victory echo through the ancient castle as the lord of vampires is reduced to nothing more than smoldering embers on the cold stone floor.

Bang Chan approaches you, nuzzling your neck in a gesture of respect and affection. The rest of the pack circles around, some still in fighting stance in case any of Dracula's minions dare to approach, others already beginning to shift back to human form.

You extend a wing over Bang Chan's powerful form, acknowledging his role as alpha while reminding him of your unique position within the pack hierarchy. The connection between you all pulses stronger than ever, your shared victory cementing the bonds that no vampire—not even Dracula himself—could sever.

You all head back to the Triskelion, the massive S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters building rising like a fortress against the New York skyline. Your pack moves as one unit around you, some still in their werewolf forms, others having shifted back to human. Their presence draws curious stares from every agent you pass, but no one dares to approach too closely.

In the main briefing room, Director Fury and Blade await your return. The circular chamber hums with technology, holographic displays showing the aftermath of Dracula's defeat. The room falls silent as your group enters, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents standing a respectful distance from your pack's perimeter.

Fury steps forward, his one eye taking in the sight of you and your pack with calculating appreciation. "That was terrific work out there, Princess," he says, his voice carrying its usual authoritative tone, but with an unmistakable note of respect that wasn't there before. He clasps his hands behind his back, standing tall in his black leather coat.

Blade, still in full combat gear despite being back at headquarters, nods in agreement. He steps closer to you than most would dare and pats your shoulder firmly. "I would like to work with you again if that's possible," he says, his voice low and sincere. Coming from the notoriously solitary vampire hunter, this is high praise indeed. His sunglasses reflect your draconic features back at you as he waits for your response.

You nod at him, a gesture of mutual respect between powerful beings who understand the burden of existing between worlds. Neither fully one thing nor another, both of you navigate realities that others cannot comprehend.

Your attention shifts as Spider-Man enters the room, having joined the debriefing after being checked over by the medical team. Your nostrils flare as you catch his scent—something's wrong. You move toward him with purposeful strides, your pack parting to let you through.

Spider-Man stands awkwardly as you approach, his suit torn in multiple places, revealing wounds beneath. You give him a thorough sniff, circling him once to assess the damage fully. Your enhanced senses detect injuries that the S.H.I.E.L.D. medics have missed—deep tissue damage from Dracula's dark magic, wounds that conventional medicine cannot treat.

Without hesitation, you position yourself directly in front of Spider-Man. The young hero tenses, uncertain of your intentions. Bang Chan makes a soft noise of reassurance from where he stands with the pack, somehow sensing your plan.

"Uh, what are you—" Spider-Man begins, but falls silent as you inhale deeply.

You exhale a gentle stream of fire onto him—not the destructive inferno you unleashed on Dracula, but a controlled, healing flame that glows with golden light rather than destructive heat. The fire envelops Spider-Man's form, seeping into his wounds.

He shudders, his mask hiding his expression but his body language revealing the strange sensation of your healing fire working through his system. The room watches in fascination as the visible wounds close before their eyes, the torn suit remaining damaged but the flesh beneath knitting together perfectly.

As the last of the flames dissipate, Spider-Man rolls his shoulders experimentally, then bends and stretches in a way that would have been impossible with his previous injuries. Even through his mask, you can sense his amazement.

"That was... wow," he says, voice filled with genuine wonder. "Thank you." The simple words carry profound gratitude as he realizes you've healed injuries he would have suffered from for weeks, possibly months.

Fury watches the exchange with renewed interest, clearly filing away this additional ability of yours for future reference. Blade's expression remains stoic, but there's a new understanding in his stance—a recognition that you're far more than just a formidable warrior.

Your pack moves closer, forming a protective semi-circle behind you. Bang Chan's presence at your right shoulder is steady and proud—the alpha content to see his royal pack member recognized and respected by these powerful allies.

The meeting continues, debriefing and strategy discussions filling the next hour, but throughout it all, there's a new dynamic in the room. These S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and heroes now see you not just as an unusual ally, but as a sovereign power in your own right—a princess with both the strength to destroy enemies and the compassion to heal friends.

And whatever threats may come next, they know—as does your loyal pack—that you'll face them with the same fierce determination that brought down the lord of vampires himself.