The hybrids surged forward, clashing with the werewolves in a battle that grew ever more brutal. Blood stained the battlefield as the hybrids tore through their opponents with ruthless precision, their fangs and claws rending flesh as though it were paper. Fear began to creep into the hearts of some warriors as they watched their brethren fall.
Mia, stationed at the supply line, noticed that no one was coming for more swords. Her pulse quickened as she stepped forward, eyes scanning the chaos. Her breath hitched when she saw that the werewolves had shifted into their wolf forms, now locked in desperate combat.
The hybrids.
A shiver ran down her spine. She had not forgotten how deadly they were. This was no longer a fair battle…the vampires had broken the unspoken rules of war.
Gritting her teeth, she grabbed a sword and drew in a steadying breath before cautiously advancing.
