The air was heavy that night. The smell of smoke, blood, and burning wood spread across the territory of the Autumn Pack. Shadows moved in every corner as screams filled the night sky. Bonez stood at the edge of the battlefield, watching as dhampirs rushed forward, fangs glinting under the moonlight. They had been given one order—cause havoc, no matter what it took.
The dhampirs obeyed without question. Coins and folded bills still sat in their pockets, but bloodlust was their true reward. They tore through the warriors of the Autumn Pack with wild grins, blades clashing, claws ripping, and fire spreading across the once peaceful land.
Bonez’s hood was pulled low over his face, his mask hiding his sharp smile. He looked at Granger beside him. They did not need words to know what the othe
