The moon hung low above the deep woodland, casting silvery shadows on the gnarled trees. Alistair and the other wolves slipped silently through the underbrush, their keen eyes searching every shadow for indications of the encroaching vampires. Their aim was clear: destroy the menace before it reached the kingdom's boundaries.
"They're close," Alistair said quietly through the pack bond, his voice calm but taut with anxiety. "Stay sharp." The wolves spread out, their paws silent on the forest floor. The smell of decay and iron lingered in the air, a telltale indicator of vampires. The group continued along the trail deeper into the woods, where the trees grew tall and twisted like ancient sentinels. "There," hissed Luke, the ferocious young wolf. He indicated a faint stirring in the darkness ahead. Four dark figures moved with inhuman grace, their crimson eyes shining dimly in the moonlight. Alistair's lips tightened into a scowl. "We must strike swiftly and hard. "There are to be no mistakes."
The wolves crouched low, muscles coiled, ready to strike. With a signal from Alistair, they lunged forward, claws and teeth gleaming in the pale light. They surrounded the four vampires, but the vampires did not look like they were being ambushed. Instead, they have a look that says their prey has fallen into the trap; they smiled—predatory and cold.
"Now," growled one of the vampires, a big man with silver hair and cold eyes. The shadows burst with movement as five more vampires emerged from the trees and encircled the wolf. The pack skidded to a stop, hackles rising and teeth bared. "We've been set up," Arthur the beta growled, his voice filled with terror. "There's a traitor in our kingdom.". Alistair and the werewolves were taken off guard.
But Alistair, who is never one to back down in the face of a conflict, commands the other werewolves to fight via mind link. The confrontation quickly became physical, with "fangs clashing with claws." Alistair pounced for a vampire, plunging his teeth into the cold flesh, but he had no idea another vampire was hiding in the tree. When Alistair realized it, it was too late since the vampire had already swooped in and slashed a severe cut across his body.
Arthur (the beta) howled in wrath and punched a vampire to the ground before heading towards Alistair to help him, only to be tackled from behind by two more, preventing him from assisting Alistair. Despite his injuries, Alistair fought with vicious resolve, fighting four vampires on his own. Wounds of varying degrees began to form on his body. But Alistair didn't care because he is one of the two strongest werewolf families and will not show weakness to his other werewolves battling for their land.
The werewolves fought furiously, but the vampires were unstoppable, their speed and agility giving them a fatal advantage. Alistair and the other werewolves began to falter under the onslaught; one of the werewolves collapsed on the ground, unable to stand up due to a deep gash on his leg; Arthur had blood seeping from a gaping wound across his chest; but Alistair had it worse; no part of his body was uninjured.
Alistair barely survived, and the werewolves only escaped because the vampires fled when the first rays of dawn approached the horizon, just as the werewolves feared they were about to perish. Both Alistair and the other werewolves transformed back into humans, and they all gasped when they saw Alistair's wounds. Because of the fur on his wolf body, they were unaware that his injuries were worse than they were when he was in the wolf form. Alistair said, "I'm alrig....." upon noticing the worry on their face. He fainted and fell to the ground, unable to finish the statement.