The battlefield erupted in chaos as Dynasty watched his carefully laid plans crumble before his eyes. Blood stained the earth beneath their feet, and the acrid smell of smoke filled the air.
"No, you cannot kill them," Dynasty shouted above the din, his voice cracking as he gestured toward his coven members. "Without them, who will lead our people?"
Kolton's laugh cut through the night like a blade, cold and mocking. "You will, master of the coven. Is that not what you wanted all along?"
The eldest wizard among Dynasty's followers, his weathered face twisted with malice, raised his gnarled staff and bellowed at the surrounding werewolves. "Destroy the hybrid woman. She must not survive this night."
