The war had all but gone underground in the blink of an eye. Lucas, the most feared and ruthless leader ever to rule the werewolf pack, had finally been killed. The werewolf world was shattered in a single evening of flames and retribution.
Victory, it seemed, was within the vampires' grasp—their long-awaited birthright. But nearly six centuries have passed since that fateful night, and yet, the ancient feud refused to follow Lucas to the grave. Though the werewolves were fewer in number, the war had grown more perilous. The moon no longer held her sway over them. Older, more powerful werewolves could now change at will. The weapons had evolved, but the vampire orders remained the same.
“Hunt them down and kill them off, one by one,”the Elder's voice echoed in Selina's mind. "A most successful campaign... perhaps too successful."
For those like Selina, a seasoned death dealer, this signaled the end of an era. Like the weapons of the previous century, they too would become obsolete. A pity, really—because they lived for this.
Selina stood on an old stone statue, her vampire eyes scanning the city streets below. She spotted two werewolves moving quickly toward the subway, their gait hurried, purposeful. She signaled to her partner, Raven, perched on a nearby rooftop, camera in hand.
At Selina's signal, they both descended silently from the rooftops, following the werewolves into the subway. The werewolves moved faster, clearly after something or someone. As Selina's speed carried her into the shadows, she observed their every move, eyes sharp, breath still.
Her gaze flicked to the side, locking onto a man about to board the train. Their eyes met. He smiled—a disarmingly human expression that made Selina's stomach twist.
“Not now,”she told herself, dismissing the distraction. Her mission was all that mattered.
One of the werewolves slowed as he approached the train's entrance. He sniffed the air, his eyes narrowing.
“Vampires," he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down Selina's spine.
Suddenly, he drew his gun, firing wildly in Selina's direction.
"Ambush!" he snarled.
Shots rang out in the confined space. Selina and Raven returned fire, their movements a deadly dance of speed and precision. But then, a bullet struck Raven. He let out a strangled gasp as his body ignited, the flames consuming him almost instantly.
"Raven, no!” Selina's voice was a mix of fury and despair.
Blinded by rage, Selina leaped from the shadows, her gun blazing. Each shot was fired with ruthless precision. One of the werewolves fell, a bullet lodged in his skull, but Selina was far from done.
As she charged toward the dark end of the subway, everything fell eerily silent. Her instincts screamed at her to stop, and she did, standing completely still. The silence was broken by the sound of something massive moving through the darkness.
Suddenly, a transformed werewolf lunged at her. Selina darted to the side, barely dodging its powerful swipe. She quickly turned, firing a shot that hit the beast square in the chest. The werewolf let out a guttural roar before collapsing, its life snuffed out in an instant.
But there was no time to celebrate. Another werewolf, larger and faster, barreled towards her, its eyes gleaming with savage intent. Selina knew she couldn’t take this one head-on. She lured it deeper into the dark, narrow tunnels, tricking it into a cramped space where its size became a disadvantage. As it struggled to move, she fired repeatedly in its direction, listening to its painful howls echoing through the tunnel.
She was about to leave when a faint sound caught her attention. Voices—deep in the tunnel. She hesitated, then cautiously moved toward the sound, her every sense on high alert.
As she walked further, the voices grew clearer, mingled with strange, agonized screams. Selina's vampiric senses sharpened; she could hear them now—werewolves, and a lot of them. But the exact number was unclear. The risk was too great. She retreated, quickly and silently, back to the subway.
Once back, she retrieved Raven’s camera and picked up the werewolf’s gun. Just as she was about to move, the wail of police sirens echoed through the tunnels. Without a second thought, she melted into the shadows, disappearing from sight.
Meanwhile, back in the tunnel, the werewolf Selina was shot and emerged from the shadows. The bullet slowly pushed its way out of his body as his wounds healed. He groaned in pain but managed to pick up the body of his fallen pack mate. With grim determination, he carried the corpse deeper into the tunnel.
In a hidden underground chamber, a group of werewolves had gathered around two others locked in fierce combat, their roars echoing off the walls. The crowd cheered and jeered, but their excitement was abruptly cut short by the sound of a gunshot. The chamber fell silent as Lucas stepped out of the shadows, his presence commanding immediate respect.
“Why this silly noise?” Lucas's voice was low, but the menace in it was unmistakable.
The two werewolves who had been fighting quickly began to transform back into their human forms, scrambling to their feet under Lucas’s withering gaze.
“Why are you acting like dogs?”Lucas growled furiously.
"And that, what a gentleman simply will not do"
“Not if you expect to defeat the vampire on their own grounds, not if you expect to survive at all”
The fighters looked down, chastised. Lucas’s eyes narrowed as he continued,”And you two—put on some damn clothes.”
Lucas turned on his heel and walked into the next room, where a scientist was hunched over a table, performing some sort of experiment.
"How’s it going?"Lucas asked as he entered the room.
The scientist looked up, his expression grim. "It failed. We need to find the stronger one, the true descendant."
As they spoke, Josh, the werewolf attacked by Selina, entered, carrying the body of his dead comrade. His face was a mask of frustration and pain.
"It was an ambush. We couldn’t get him," Josh reported, his voice heavy with regret.
Lucas’s eyes narrowed. **"What happened, Josh?"**
"We were attacked... by a vampire,"Josh replied, struggling to keep his voice steady.
Lucas’s expression darkened. “I knew it,”he muttered. Then, louder,
“Do something about the body. And follow me—we have things to do.”
As Lucas turned to leave, the scientist spoke up again, a note of desperation in his voice.
"Lucas, if we don’t find the true descendant soon, everything we’ve worked for could be lost!"
Lucas paused, his back still turned to the room.
“We’ll find him,” he said coldly.
“And when we do, no vampire will stand in our way.”
He walked out, his footsteps echoing ominously through the chamber. As Josh followed, he glanced back at the scientist, who was already deep in thought, his hands trembling slightly as he continued his work.
