“Contact,” someone shouts, but the warning is already useless.
They are on us.
The house becomes a battlefield in an instant, warriors slamming into vampires with bone crunching force as claws meet fangs and the narrow halls turn into kill zones. The sound is overwhelming, snarls and screams and the sickening thud of bodies colliding, and through it all Devin’s laughter rings out briefly before disappearing deeper into the house.
“He planned this,” I shout to Axel as I tear a vampire off one of our warriors and throw it hard enough to crack plaster. “This was his exit.”
Axel does not answer, because he is already fighting, tearing through anything that gets between him and the back room with single minded focus, and I stay on his flank, guarding his blind side as we push forward inch b
