“They won't stop,” he gasped through her chokehold.  “You could kill me and they would still fight.”<br/><br/>Indeed, the hunters, despite the fear he could sense, pressed their assault.  He could hear vampires shriek as they burned alive, and his own Clan as they were struck down.  They wouldn't stop until they were all dead.  There was no way they had the numbers to survive this.  Out of the mess, he spotted a familiar flash of orange coloured hair.<span style="font-style: italic">Shit!</span><br/><br/>“Zaine, don-t-!” he called, his voice cut off by her hold.  The huntress only glanced his way, and her face told all.  Her eyes flashed between Asher and Seraphina, and the rage was almost tangible.  The woman tore away with intent.  She struck down a vampire in her path, rolling between its legs and slashing off both of her feet.  It fell to the ground, thrashing at her back, but Zaine pressed on.  She was running straight at the Alpha, the one Asher had identified as his jailor's father.  The connection was too easy to make, and if he knew anything about Zaine, she<span style="font-style: italic">never</span>played fair.