"My people have fought enough tonight…" His words echoed back to Nova. "Why should they bleed for tribes too weak to hold their ground?"
Nova shouldn't have been able to hear Vulcan, but she was still attuned to the bond, and her senses had been heightened similar to Yoa's.
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she heard his words. It was true, they'd been attacked by vampiras seemingly superior to the ones on the ground, and he was right to think of the safety of his people above all else. Yet, it callous words still irked her.
Yoa's jaw tightened. "If they take over…" Yoa replied calmly, his tone low and deep, eyes blazing like twin fires in a storm. "We're doomed."
Vulcan blocked another attack without looking and hurled them aside so another shifted eagle caught them with their talons and ripped them to shreds. He turned back to them, not a hair out of place as his cold demeanour said it all.
