Though Krill's sacrifice had taken down a powerful vampire, the cost was devastating. The remaining werewolves paused only briefly, their howls of grief echoing across the forest as they felt their link to their Beta severed. Even the Alpha lifted his muzzle to the sky and howled, his voice raw with anguish and fury.
Across the battlefield, the remaining vampires sneered, unbothered. One of their own had fallen, yes, but he had dragged a Beta to hell with him. In their twisted eyes, it was a fair trade. And so, even in loss, they smiled with smug satisfaction, as if this slaughter was nothing more than a bloody game.
"Hahaha! That asshole actually managed to gut a Beta," one of the vampires sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "Bet they're weaker now, just their Alpha and a bunch of pathetic warriors left. So, what do you say? Wanna compete, see who can rack up more kills?"
