Chapter 7. The Battle

The werewolves moved with grace and precision, their enhanced senses guiding them through the vampire lair. The vampires, caught unaware in their sleep, were swiftly dispatched. The chaos of battle echoed through the air as the werewolves fought with unyielding ferocity.

Lily’s heart hammered in her chest as she witnessed the violence from her hidden vantage point. Each clash of fang and claw sent shivers down her spine, a mixture of awe and fear gripping her soul. She yearned to be in the midst of the action, to fight alongside her loved ones, but she held her ground, trusting in Caleb’s instructions.

As the final vampire fell, the once-threatening lair was reduced to silence. The werewolves emerged from the shadows, their eyes gleaming with triumph. They had succeeded in their mission, reclaiming their town from the grip of darkness.

Caleb, bloodied but still standing, dug his claws right into a male vampire’s chest with such gusto as if he enjoyed every bit of i