The fight dragged on, far longer than anyone had expected. Wintertooth's pack, known for being a peaceful bunch, wasn't exactly battle-hardened.
This was their first real brawl with another pack, and it showed. Despite being outnumbered, the Zachs were controlling the battlefield, systematically overpowering the Wintertooth wolves in their own territory.
"Why are we even defending the fanged ones?" one of the werewolves grumbled, panting between swings. He'd only joined the fight to protect his family, not to play hero for vampires.
"Exactly!" another agreed, ducking a punch. "Shouldn't we be teaming up with the Zachs? They're werewolves like us!"
The murmurs of discontent grew, especially among those aligned with Vesper. A handful of them quietly peeled away from the fight, heading toward Thorin's office, muttering about the vampires' lack of gratitude.
