Chapter 6
***Nite’s POV***
It felt good to have his holsters full; Nite had been missing his sacred weapons. He stared out along the road, knowing it was best to not venture too far from it unless he had no other choice. The farther into the territory he got, the more he noticed the trees and vegetation had died long ago. No grass remained, no birds chirped, no signs of life. He knew he was in the right area now; the hybrids were savage, mindless monsters. Wolves that eventually caved entirely to their animalistic needs and destroyed their human side after being bitten by vampires; becoming a term the regular wolves jokingly adopted as “hellhounds”. Volkov smiled with Nite as they imagined getting to take on both beats when a loud warning howl echoed deep in the dead forest and he
