Third persons P.O.V
The war was disastrous and ate away everything in its path, it was a war that would be slated in history and be spoken off for generations. Vampires and Werewolves fought with all that strength, growls and howls could be heard, hiss and fangs piercing through flesh could be heard as well.
Behind a felled tree was a wounded naked woman, the s***h on her stomach trickled out blood like a stream. The cut was too deep and she was teetering on the edge of death. Beside her was a man who held her hands with sadness and pain in his eyes.
"Please stay with me Mary, please" he begged desperately as he tried using his hands to stop the blood flow.
"Tom, go and fight. Don't worry about me. We need to win the fight against these vampires so they can stop killing our packs" She
