When I get outside, I freeze in horror. Not many, said Patrick? I can see Vampires and Werewolves everywhere, mostly gathered on the field in front of the forest. Patrick and the others shifted quickly to join in the fight, even Angie. If I had to guess, I'd say there was at least a hundred Vampires here and twice as many Werewolves. They are outnumbered, so this shouldn't take long. I shift into my wolf and run to where the action is. These Vampires have pissed me off enough that I won't have any second thoughts about killing them.
As soon as I reach the grass, a lone Vampire rushes towards me, his fangs extended and his eyes an evil shade of red. I am a lot greater than him in size, especially as I stand on my hind legs. In a swift move I clamp his head between my jaws and rip it off.
