*Warning: Gruesome violence depicted*
***Karina***
Silver arrows stain the battlefield with our blood, screams and cries of help drowning out the pounding of my chest. I had tried to reach the eastern field, but it seemed a vampire or a wounded soldier always stood in my path.
But I could not give up. I had to reach the eastern field.
As I push past a soldier, I feel something charge at me at full speed, knocking my wolf to the ground. I don't even get the chance to blink, feeling a pair of fangs dig into my flesh as the vampire and I roll on the ground for control. It gains the upper hand as it climbs on top of me, its fangs still buried in my paw. My jaws clamp down on the vampire's shoulder and I swing my head to the side, using all my strength to fling the vampire off of me. I yelp
