Ethan's point of view.
The voice on the walkie-talkie came again. It sounded urgent and full of panic.
“We’re under attack! Werewolves! We need backup!” It was the voice of Marcus, a vampire I had put in charge of the human soldiers at the southern base.
I froze for half a second, my knuckles turning white from tightening around the walkie-talkie. The frantic cries, the snarling of beasts, and the sounds of destruction in the background painted a gruesome picture in my head. It must have been a sudden attack, and even though my men were well-armed, they still weren't alert enough to see it coming.
This had to be the rogue's doing. He was biting off more than he could chew. This wasn’t just an ambush; it was a declaration of war.
I was already dressed to go out because I was supposed t
