The vampires from the other side of the river disappeared into the treetops, and an eerie mix of the whistling winds, rustling leaves, and rushing river filled the short moment of stillness. Clarisse and the rest stayed vigilant. Then, one by one they dropped to attack.
As the vampires swiped at the werewolves, and they snapped back at the vampire’s necks, Clarisse peeled her eyes for Calix and Shannon. She dodged every attack that came her way, her heart racing at the danger that was thrown to her face. Her chest seemed to explode anytime soon, but she willed herself to focus despite the chaos that erupted.
Werewolves, foxes, and hybrids charged left and right. Lowell’s group were first to arrive, then Leon’s appeared just a few moments later. Bloodshed was everywhere, screams of pain and profanity ringing in Clarisse’s ears. Although the casualties couldn’t be counted yet, there were visibly those that went down earlier than anticipated from both sides.