"We aren't here to fight you, my Lord. We are here to welcome you." Morgana grumbled under her breath, knowing that the vampire could still hear her.
Dimtri raised his brows at him. He thought it was by far the most crazy notion, letting the demons stay in the town square was beyond madness. He has to know what the young witch had been planning all along, he doesn't want to be left in the dark.
Morgana smiled at him in response. Knowing that a few miles from their position, the small village was far too small to stand against the army of werewolves advancing so quickly toward them. Nothing had slowed them. Everything in their path had been destroyed, everyone murdered, cruelly murdered. Bodies were impaled on crude stakes and left for the scavengers to finish off. Blood ran in rivers. No one was spared, not even the youngest child or the oldest elder. The invaders burned and tortured and mutilated, leaving behind only rats and fire and death.
