#Chapter 26: Chaos

Aldrich As I was rebandaging my wound, I heard a scream pierce the night. Instantly perking up, I was on my feet immediately, grabbing for the nearest weapon. I didn't know where it came from or how close it was or who screamed, but it sounded wet, like blood was gurgling in the screamer’s throat. It could have been a wandering vampire slaughtered by my troops, or a werewolf slaughtered by the vampire. But then the one scream multiplied into several. I realized then, with one brisk look at the time, that it was the middle of the night and we were sleeping where we were going to deploy in the morning. I was usually awake during these hours to secretly tend to my wound—no one else was, however. Just as I was about to morph into wolf form, a warrior burst into my quarters. “Sir,” he gasped, blood splattered on his face, “the vampires have attacked.” “How did they find us?” I demanded angrily as I morphed, preparing to