Wolfgang stretched lazily, still feeling sluggish from his earlier meal, but he got up without protest. Julius stood, his expression a mix of reluctance and resolve as he followed Maverick into the night.
As they made their way through the camp, the sounds of the soldiers winding down for the evening surrounded them.
Some men exchanged quiet banter while others tended to their weapons or sat in small groups by the fire.
The trio walked with purpose, their steps echoing through the stillness, until they reached the section of the camp where the captured vampire was being held and stopped outside.
The prison cage inside the tent was small and covered with thick blankets to block out any light, as per Maverick's earlier orders.
The vampire inside hissed and growled, its voice a low, guttural sound of pure rage. The soldiers stationed nearby stood at a respectful distance, casting nervous glances toward the cage.
