The bloody war raged on, neither side willing to surrender. But Darryl and Nox had already captured Alistair. The traitor was on his knees, bleeding and breathing heavily.
“Speak! Where’s my mate?!” Nox shouted, his voice filled with rage. He punched Alistair hard in the face. Nox had already changed back to his human form, but his anger burned just as fiercely as when he was a wolf.
Alistair spat blood on the ground and glared up at him.
“You will not hear anything from me,” he whispered coldly.
Darryl stood beside Nox, scanning the battlefield. The Shadow Wolves and the Blackwaters were winning. He saw Terrence and Croxx fighting beside the Ten Alphas, overpowering the masked vampires one by one.
“Alistair, you’re losing,” Darryl said firmly. “This is what happens when you make ene
