The battlefield was a graveyard of the fallen, the air thick with blood and smoke. But the true war had only just begun.
Caleb stood amidst the wreckage, his chest heaving, his wolf still snarling beneath his skin. Adrian was beside him, his dark clothing unmarred by the violence, save for a single slash across his sleeve. The bodies of their shared enemies lay between them, but their temporary alliance wouldn't hold much longer.
Then came the laughter.
A slow, deliberate chuckle that echoed through the ruins of Adrian's stronghold, laced with amusement and malice.
Both men tensed, eyes snapping toward the source.
A figure emerged from the shadows, tall and wrapped in a cloak that seemed to drink the light around it. His features were obscured beneath a hood, but the presence he carried was suffocating. A force neither wolf nor vampire had encountered before.
