Chapter 7: War

"My king...my king...rise, my king." William struggled to open his eyes; his vision was blurry, and his senses were in disarray.

"Where am I?" he asked the fully-kitted Werewolf soldier above him.

"We are on the battlefield, my king," the soldier replied.

William was confused as to why the soldier kept referring to him as a king, but he had more pressing questions. "Battlefield? Why? Who are we fighting against?" he asked, his confusion evident.

"Are you sure you are okay, my king? You, of all people, should know the answer to that question," the soldier remarked, concerned.

The atmosphere around William still felt surreal, but he started to grasp his current reality. "Of course," he said, realizing that the werewolves could only be at war with one race—the vampires.

With this realization, William rose to his feet, grabbed his sword, and let out a loud battle cry. He fought through the enemy lines like a raging thunderstorm, destroying everything in his path. William was no longer in