I quickly yanked the dagger from the werewolves chest and launched it into the beating heart of the werewolf while it was in midair, heading straight for Aeron. The creature dropped to the ground and slid to Aeron's feet. He glanced at the dead werewolf and then smirked at me. Beads of sweat covered his forehead and dripped from his chin.
'God, he even sweats beautifully…Damn it!' I shook my head and glanced around. The camp was all but destroyed. The battlefield had quieted and there were bodies everywhere. Most of the bodies were monsters, but there were still quite a few knights, even one body was too much to my liking. Only a few tents were left standing, the rest were burnt down or broken.
