As midnight approached, the air turned still, heavy with anticipation. Maverick stood atop the hill, his gaze fixed on the dense woods and the dark shoreline.
The vampires emerged from both directions—just as he had predicted.
He watched their silhouettes creep out from the trees and slink along the edge of the sea, their movements swift and predatory. His mind was calm, knowing the traps he'd set in place.
"Just as expected," Maverick muttered to himself. Yet, despite the strategic advantage, he couldn't shake the concern gnawing at him.
Weapons were scarce, and ordinary steel wouldn't harm these creatures. Only his silver blade and Wolfgang's silver dagger could deliver a fatal blow, and they were up against too many.
The lieutenant, watching from the side, was ready for the signal to fire the bombs. His soldiers stood tense, waiting for the command.