Dickson let out a quiet sigh before hopping down from the overturned military truck.
His boots landed softly against the blood-soaked earth.
The battlefield had finally gone quiet.
The fires Lana had unleashed were dying into glowing embers, Lilith's frozen landscape was slowly beginning to melt beneath the afternoon sun, and everywhere one looked, broken weapons, shattered armor and the aftermath of a battle that would be remembered for years littered the ground.
The surviving soldiers stood scattered around the battlefield, tending to the wounded while stealing curious glances toward the lone vampire prisoner kneeling several meters away.
The werewolves had already shifted back into their human forms.
Even after transforming, most of them still carried the intimidating physique of the beasts they had been moments ago. Some leaned on broken weapons while others wiped black blood from their hands, but every single pair of eyes remained fixed on the prisoner.
This…
