Eclipse of the Blood Moon
To the south, the Obsidian Coven stood with their frost-tipped weapons raised, a wall of pale, unmoving death.
Madox stepped forward from the wolf lines, his black claws grinding the granite dust into powder. At the exact same fraction of a second, Lady Cynthia Bathory glided forward from the vampire vanguard, her iridescent violet eyes flashing with a terrifying malice as the coiling liquid tendrils of her sanguimancy hissed around her fingers.
They stopped at the very edge of the white stone circle, flanking the lovers from opposite sides.