The dhampirs hit them like a tidal wave.
Leona had fought dhampirs before, but never this many, never this organized. They moved with supernatural speed and coordination, their red eyes glowing in the fading light as they tore into the werewolf ranks.
For a crucial moment, chaos reigned.
Moonshadows and Bloodclaws, still positioned on opposite sides of the clearing, fought separately. And separately, they were losing.
A dhampir took down two Moonshadow warriors before anyone could react. Another grabbed a Bloodclaw by the throat, fangs sinking deep. The screams of the dying filled the air, and Leona realized with horror that they were going to be slaughtered.
"Fall back!" someone shouted from the Moonshadow side.
"Hold your ground!" Maximus roared to his pack.
