The First Victory

Brock POV

The vampire's scream cut through the night as a Void Walker's shadow tentacles wrapped around her chest, pulling her into the darkness that wasn't quite darkness.

"No!" I roared, flinging myself forward with werewolf speed. My claws raked across the creature's form, but it was like trying to grab smoke. The vampire - Sarah, I think her name was - disappeared into the Void Walker's hungry maw with one last frightened shriek.

That made twelve fighters we'd lost in the past hour.

"Brock, fall back!" Marcus, the witch commander, yelled from behind a crumbling wall. "We need to regroup!"

Regroup? We'd been gathering for three days straight while these monsters ate our people. I was done running.