The first wave hit like a storm.
Vampires moved with impossible speed, flooding toward Haven's defenses. Hybrid fighters met them at the barriers, magic and muscle colliding with centuries of rage. The night erupted in chaos—screaming, clashing steel, the crackle of magic, the howl of wolves.
Sasha stood at the center, directing, fighting, holding the line.
"Left flank! They're breaking through!" Clara's voice cut through the noise.
Sasha was already moving, magic blazing. She hit the vampire line like a comet, scattering them, buying time for her people to regroup. Rhys appeared at her side, bloody and beautiful, fighting with a ferocity that took her breath away.
"Too many!" he shouted. "There's too many!"
"Then we fight harder!"
They fought.
Maya held the ward line, her magic st
