Blood sprayed across the newfound battlefield in the Crescent Pack as the pack warriors and vampires fought, the wind carrying the scent of death.
The vampires had promised a full fight years ago when they had an encounter with Bryan and Aiden, and now they were here, although it wasn’t going to be an easy fight.
Growling, a werewolf warrior charged forward as he locked onto a vampire; his muscles tightened before he leaped, ready to tear the vampire apart.
The vampire, on the other hand, moved with his unnatural speed and avoided the attack that came directly at him, and as the warrior missed his target, the vampire took it as an opportunity to retaliate.
He grabbed the warrior’s arm, twisted it, and wrenched it backward with a gruesome snap.
A howl of pain tore from the warrior’s throat, but before the vampire could add more pain to that particular arm, the werewolf used his other good arm to elbow the vampire in the ribs, forcing the vampire back and his damaged arm to be released.
A deep, rumbling growl vibrated through the warrior’s chest, and again, he charged at the vampire, determined to deliver as much pain as possible.
The battlefield was filled with grunts, snarls, howls of pain and was alive with fighting and bloodshed.
Claws sliced through muscles, daggers tearing skins off, and another werewolf warrior engaged in a close fight with a vampire, his chest heaving as he circled the vampire, ready to pounce.
The vampire lunged first after giving a belittling smile to the warrior, his hand a blur as he went for the warrior’s throat.
The warrior, having full knowledge on how to fight a vampire, dodged, but he barely did and would have lost his life.
Without wasting even a quarter of a second, he planted his foot hard in the ground, twisted his hips and side-kicked the vampire in the ribs with as much strength as he could muster.
The sharp crack made from that impact echoed in both his and the vampire’s ear, sending the vampire flying and rolling across the blood-soaked ground.
But of course, the vampire was relentless and flipped himself back onto his feet as he let out a guttural snarl.
“I shouldn’t have underestimated you,” he said and immediately shot forward, closing the distance between them in an instant, his fangs out and ready to taste some blood.
The warrior, however, barely had time to react, and before he knew it, the vampire’s knee slammed into his stomach, driving air from his lungs, and just as quickly as the attack came, the vampire delivered another one.
He grabbed a fistful of the warrior’s hair, yanked it back and exposed the warrior’s throat, which was delicious looking to him.
“I would have loved to savor this moment,” he whispered as he licked his lips, fangs ready, “but I don’t have that time,” and then he went for the kill, but he had talked too much, giving the warrior enough time to sunk his claws into his wrist and twist it viciously, snapping a bone.
“You talk too much,” the warrior whispered back and headbutted the vampire straight in the head before finishing him off.
“I would have loved to savor that moment too,” the warrior said after he was done, “but I have more of you to kill.”
Then he turned around and moved on to the next vampire in sight, charging with full speed.
As the battle went on for hours, the werewolves seemed to be having the upper hand, using their brute strength, smartness, and pack coordination, which gave them an early advantage.
Claws ripped through vampires flesh, fangs tore at throats, bodies crashing into another with a gruesome force, and even a werewolf warrior had grabbed a vampire by the throat and slammed him onto the ground, raising his claws to kill the vampire, only for the vampire to vanish in a blur and appear behind him.
Before the warrior could defend himself, the vampire took out his dagger and sliced a clean cut through the warrior’s side, blood pouring out, and in that same instant, the vampire sliced the warrior’s throat, leaving the warrior to choke on his own blood as the warrior reached out to his throat as if trying to stop his blood from gushing out.
One by one, the werewolves started to fall, as the vampires were simply too fast.
They did a good job killing some of them, but now, the speed the vampires had was a good advantage to them, and most of them knew how to fight very well too.
They darted through the battlefield like wraiths, striking, dodging, disappearing, and reappearing behind the werewolves, and most of the time, the werewolves were not fast enough to dodge or stop the attack from them.
Just like the warrior who was now panting heavily as he tried to take down a vampire in front of him, swinging his hands and aiming for the vampire’s chest, but the vampire was quick to sidestep as if it was nothing and spun behind the warrior before bringing a dagger up and slicing through the tendons in the warrior’s knee.
“ARGHHHH!” The warrior screamed out in pain as he collapsed to the ground, but the vampire wasn’t done.
He grabbed the warrior by the back of the head while smiling and jerked the warrior’s head to the side with force that was intended to snap the spine instantly, which it did, leaving the warrior lifeless, with his eyes wide open.
Realizing that the vampires were starting to win, Aiden reached out to his warriors through the pack’s mind link, his tone laced with anger over his men dropping to the ground lifeless.
“Cut off their fingers,” he instructed. “Look for the hand where they wear a ring and cut it off. Am I clear?”
“Yes, Alpha!” The warriors answered, and just as soon as the mind link was closed, a warrior who had been struggling with fighting off a vampire who aimed at his throat immediately sighted the hand the vampire had a ring on and went for it.
While the warrior’s focus was on the Vampire’s hand, the vampire had managed to give him some cuts on his arm and chest, but as soon as he saw the opportunity to take the ring off, he grabbed the vampire’s hand and quickly ripped off the ring.
The effect afterward was instant.