This was not the first infiltration attempt.
Far from it.
Every group sent before them had failed.
Some warriors died before they even reached the fortress walls. Others were captured alive and dragged inside screaming.
None ever returned.
And everyone knew what likely happened to them afterward.
Blood banks.
Living prisoners chained somewhere beneath the fortress so vampires could feed on them whenever they pleased.
The thought alone filled the tent with quiet rage.
The war had dragged on for far too long already, and the werewolves were slowly losing.
Not because they lacked strength.
Because they were being worn down piece by piece.
The vampires had complete control of the skies thanks to their winged forces. They constantly attacked supply routes, burned food stores, poison
