The tranquility of the Montgomery and Laufey packs was shattered one night by a brutal attack. Under the cover of darkness, swift and silent assailants struck, leaving behind a scene of chaos and bloodshed. The pack members fought valiantly, but their enemies were unlike anything they had encountered before.
Marinetta and Harley were among the first to respond. They raced through the forest, drawn by the sounds of battle. When they arrived, the scene before them was horrifying. Bodies lay strewn about, and the air was thick with the scent of blood.
"What happened here?" Marinetta demanded, her voice tight with anger and fear.
One of the survivors, a young werewolf named Jared, staggered towards her. "They came out of nowhere," he gasped. "Fast, strong... not werewolves. Something else."
Harley helped Jared to his feet. "Did you get a good look at them?"
Jared nodded weakly. "Pale skin, red eyes. They moved like shadows."
Marinetta's eyes widened. "Vampires."
