Ethan observed the battle from the shadows, his expression calm, almost entertained. The clash between vampire and werewolf had reduced the old hall to ruins. Pillars lay cracked across the stone floor. Dust hung in the air like a thin gray mist. Blood stained the walls in dark streaks.
He had already made his decision about this world.
If Earth was to be brought under control, it could not remain divided between hidden predators fighting pointless territorial wars. The vampires and the werewolves would either kneel or be erased. There was no third option. His plans required unity, and unity required dominance.
The berserk werewolf roared and drove the vampire backward with brutal force. Its claws tore through stone as if it were paper. Its massive body was covered in coarse black fur, muscles bulging with violent power. Each strike carried enough strength to shatter concrete.
The vampire was fast, but he was losing ground.
