#Chapter 166: The Fight

Darren The last of the gunfire had finally died away. Blood and sweat dripped down my face, stinging my eyes as I stood over the human commander, who now knelt on the ground with his hands tied behind his back. Around me, other warriors had subdued the remaining soldiers, forcing them to their knees in surrender. It was over. We’d won. The battle, anyway. “Take them to the holding cells,” I ordered the warriors, who immediately began hauling away the prisoners. I stretched my left shoulder, feeling a strange pang deep beneath the flesh. Frowning, I reached behind to touch it and winced at the pain. My fingers came away bloody. Had I been hit there? I didn’t recall being pierced by a bullet or any other weapon. As they left, I turned away, looking out over the village. Smoke rose from several buildings, and debris littered the streets. Bodies lay where they had fallen—some human, some werewolf. The scent of blood, gunpowder, and the chemical agent they’d de