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The Shadow Claws erupted from the darkness. They didn't fight like pack-wolves. They used tactical efficiency, shadow-glass grenades, and the "Shadow-Step" to strike from angles the vampires couldn't predict. Lyra herself was a blur of violet light. Every time her obsidian blade lashed out, a vampire vanished into a cloud of ash. Silas paused in his fight, his nostrils flaring. He smelled something—something that cut through the musk of the vampires. It was the scent of a brewing storm, of rain on hot stone, and the deep, earthy richness of the Forbidden Forest.

Liam is quick to pull me flush against the wall of the cinema building, shielding me from the hysteria with his body. “It’s a Shadow attack!” Someone shouts, their words causing my body to freeze and blood to run cold. Peering over Liam’s shoulder, I spot two shadows, their tall frames standing at nearly seven feet towering over a she-wolf whose body sported deep, bleeding gashes. The Shadow with long flowing black hair and crimson eyes sneers, licking the blood of the she-wolf from his claws with a forked tongue. “Who would have thought Ottawa would be easy to enter once all the snow began to melt?” His companion chuckles out, his voice distorted with a gurgling.

With a whispered command, Daniella's warewolf instincts heightened her senses, allowing her to scan the darkness for any sign of movement. Freda's fingers danced through the air, forming protective wards with intricate sigils, ready to ward off the vampire threat. And then, as if summoned by the ominous voice, figures emerged from the shadows. Their pale faces were accentuated by the moonlight filtering through the trees. They moved with an eerie grace, their predatory eyes fixed upon us. The forest seemed to come alive with the sinister presence of the vampires. Emerging from the depths of the shadows, they slinked forward with a malevolence that sent shivers down my spine.

I didn’t even realize he’d gotten off me! I quickly turn back toward the vamp I’d been stalking to find him gone, so I rush to Tate and of course… find him there. He grabs Tate’s wrist mid-air and has it halfway to his mouth when Blake, a Shadow vampire appears from practically thin air. He snatches the vamp’s head in his hands and jerks it, ripping it clean off his neck.

"Seventeen wolves. Burned alive." Araya's chest tightens. Seventeen dead. The first casualties of a war not yet officially declared. "Were there survivors?" Araya asks. "Anyone who saw the attackers?" "One scout. Badly burned but alive. He said..." Lyra hesitates. "He said shadows attacked. Living darkness. With crimson eyes and fangs that tore through stone." Vampires. Has to be. Their kind can move through shadows. Attack from darkness. Kill without ever fully materializing.

The team huddled closer, their fear palpable, but I couldn’t let them scatter. “Hold your ground. Watch the shadows.” A blur erupted from the darkness, a male vampire with crimson eyes charging straight for Hansel. My instincts kicked in. I lunged, tackling the vampire mid-stride, my shoulder screaming as we hit the ground. His claws raked my arm, drawing blood, but I pinned him down, my weight crushing his chest. He snarled, fangs gleaming, his strength unnatural as he thrashed beneath me.

As I rounded a bend, the air shifted, and an ominous stillness settled over the woods. Unnatural silence replaced the gentle sounds of nature. It took only a heartbeat for the first vampire to materialize, launching from the shadows with predatory grace. Long fangs gleamed in the filtered sunlight as the vampire closed the distance, swift and silent.

My eyes looked back for Bucho who was almost finished with the vampire he had been fighting. My smile dropped when I watched as shadows started to collect under Bucho. Looking around, I couldn’t see the other vampire. She hadn’t come out yet but I knew this was her doing. Running at Bucho, I screamed at him to move but he was too lost in his fight with the other vampire. I reached him just as the shadows shot up and I pushed him out of the shadows. They clamped down on my shoulders, taking hold of my legs and arms. I was driven to my knees with the shear force.

The chain tries pulling me down to the ground but I stand firm gripping the chains tight, dragging the vampire in possession of it towards me before ripping his heart out. I shut my eyes, tapping into my shadow powers to summon a lengthy blade made of dark shadows. I send it towards my enemies, managing to cut everyone in half with a single strike. My breath felt heavy, as they hitched in my throat. Conjuring the shadow blade took a lot out of me. I heard large footsteps drawing from behind me. I turned around to find three huge beasts. They looked like giant werewolves but they weren't, they were beasts and reeked of blood.

Andros looked very angry with his whole body very thick blood red. For this one thing, look what will happen to humans who have turned into vampires and the vampires, these blood-sucking creatures. *****