The forest was still heavy with the smell of blood and dust when Elrich finally arrived at the scene. His men surrounded them. The air was tense, and the howls of wolves echoed. He followed the trail of broken branches and scattered leaves until he saw Jonas and the others waiting.
Jonas stood tall despite his bruises. His clothes were torn, his knuckles bleeding, but his eyes burned with determination to save Alexander. At his feet, tied and beaten, was the vampire they had fought so hard to capture. The so-called VIP now nothing more than a bloodied mess. His fancy clothes were shredded, his pale skin marked with cuts and purple bruises. He looked weak, but his red eyes still glared with hatred at anyone who dared approach him.
Elrich stopped, taking in the sight. He could feel pride s
