Chapter 138

Third Person

The moon hung high in the ink-black sky as the tactical teams dispersed into the night, shadows weaving through the darkness with calculated intent. Silas, flanked by Carlile, watched his fighters melt into obscurity, their forms blending seamlessly with the nocturnal landscape. The air was charged with anticipation, the quietude before the storm, as the alliance of wolves and vampires set their plan into motion.

Nixon, leading his tracker team, moved with a grace born of expertise, navigating the labyrinthine paths known only to those who understood the intricacies of the supernatural world. Silas had given them the authority to strike decisively, and Nixon's team, armed with knowledge and cunning, infiltrated vampire hideouts like phantoms in the night.

The first strike unfolded in silence, a ballet of precision as the squads breached the perimeters. Silas's fighters engaged with the vampires, their moves a choreography of supernatur