From the corner of his eye, Lochlan saw Walcher and Piers fighting another of the Vampyres, who was deftly avoiding their swords by circling above them close to the walls of the cavern while laughing maniacally and taunting them to do their worst, if they could.
He searched for Volke and found him standing over the creature he’d attacked, raking his claws over its body while the Vampyre did his best to do the same to the werewolf, drawing blood which spattered on its face and shoulders. For a moment, Lochlan wondered why Volke didn’t go in for the kill. Then, he understood. The Vampyre’s mouth was open, its fangs extended in apparent frustration that it couldn’t use them to tear open Volke’s throat. Instead, it dug one long claw into the werewolf’s jaw. Volke let out a howl as his blood s
