Darius's POV
The silver blade slid through the werewolf's chest like it was nothing. He dropped to his knees, blood spilling fast. His eyes widened for a second, then went still.
"Target down," I said into my radio. "Move to the next house."
Around me, my men moved fast. They kicked doors opened and dragged out families. Women held their babies. Men tried to fight us. Children cried behind their parents.
But I didn't care. To me, they were all monsters.
"Please," A woman cried as one of my soldiers grabbed her. "My baby isn't even one yet. She can't shift."
"She will," I said, walking up to her. "And when she does, she'll kill people. Just like your kind killed my mother."
Tears filled the woman's eyes. "We're not all like that. Some of us just want peace."
"Peace?" I laughed, but it sounded cold. "Your people ripped my mother apart in front of me. There's no peace with monsters."
My radio crackled. "Sir, we found something in the basement."
