The piercing scream of the banshee tore through the midnight sky.
All around them the vampires clutched at their ears and began to writhe in pain.
And it was whilst they were incapacitated that a large white werewolf equipped with metal prosthetic limbs and razor sharp talons tore through their prone bodies.
Behind the pair are several Lycans equipped with heavy artillery: bazookas, cannons and machine guns all providing continuous fire at the frontline.
The handful of vampires who somehow managed to survive the attacks were then caught under a hail of silver bullets.
Bullets tore through flesh and the vampires screamed in agony.
As soon as their body regenerated, they were shot again.
For the Lycans, victory seemed so close at hand.
But Natasha and Dimitri knew that this was not the case at all.
