Chapter 106: The First Victory
Brock POV
The vampire’s scream cut through the night as a Void Walker’s shadow tentacles wrapped around her chest, pulling her into the darkness that wasn’t quite darkness.
"No!" I roared, flinging myself forward with werewolf speed. My claws raked across the creature’s form, but it was like trying to grab smoke. The vampire - Sarah, I think her name was - disappeared into the Void Walker’s hungry maw with one last frightened shriek.
That made twelve fighters we’d lost in the past hour.
"Brock, fall back!" Marcus, the witch commander, yelled from behind a crumbling wall. "We need to regroup!"
Regroup? We’d been gathering for three days straight while these monsters ate our people. I was done running.
Around me, the battlefield looked like a nightmare. Werewolves fought alongside vampires, witches cast spells next to fae fighters, and humans with blessed weapons tried to hold the line. It should have been impossible - all these supernatural animals working together. A month ago, we’d been foes. Now we were the only thing standing between the Void Walkers and total destruction.
The partnership had seemed like such a good idea when we’d first formed it. Pool our powers, combine our magic, fight as one. But watching another werewolf from the River Pack get pulled into darkness, I wondered if we were just making it easier for the Void Walkers to kill us all at once.
A huge shadow loomed over me. This Void Walker was different from the others - bigger, with eyes like burning stars and a mouth that seemed to hold an entire universe of hunger. It spoke in a voice that sounded like dying worlds.
"Little wolf," it hissed. "You taste of desperation. Delicious."
I shifted into my wolf form, my body expanding with strength and fur. In wolf shape, I was twice the size of an average werewolf, strong enough to rip through steel. But against these creatures, I felt like a puppy.