เข้าสู่ระบบ*SEBASTIAN*It hit him mid-stride.One second, his boots were pounding through wet earth, breath steady, storm on his heels— The next, the world tilted.A sharp crack split the air inside his chest. His heart seized once, twice—then detonated.Sebastian stumbled, catching himself against a tree as heat exploded beneath his skin. Every vein lit up at once. Gold fire. Pain and pleasure tangled together until he couldn’t tell which was which.He gasped, clawing at his chest. The mark on his wrist flared, molten, glowing through flesh. Steam hissed off his skin where the rain struck it.Then came the pulse. Not his heartbeat.Hers.Thump. Thump. Off rhythm. Wild. Alive.The sound vibrated through his bones. His breath hitched; his vision blurred. He could taste metal—blood from where he’d bitten his tongue.His spine arched. The wolf beneath his skin howled, claws pushing through his fingertips before he realized he’d shifted halfway.She was burning through him.The air thickened, he
*Theo*Theo had spent the last hour pacing the halls, restless energy crawling under his skin, until a thought pulled him upward — toward the Raiser attic.No one went up there anymore. Not since Blaire disappeared.The stairs creaked beneath his boots as he climbed, dust thick in the air. The scent of old wood, wax, and iron filled his lungs. He pushed open the narrow door at the top — it groaned like it hadn’t been touched in years.Moonlight slipped through a cracked window, cutting the room into shards of silver and shadow. Old trunks lined the walls, covered in tarps and cobwebs. Portraits leaned against each other in the corner — the older Raiser generations staring out with hollow eyes.Theo lit a small lantern and stepped inside.
*CHARLES*The dawn came gray and cold.Charles stood on the hill above the compound, hands clasped behind his back, watching the first light crawl over the horizon. It should have been a holy day — Blaire’s Ascension. The day she would have stepped into her full strength as heir to both bloodlines.Instead, the world felt hollow.Wind rolled through the dead grass, bending it like the world was bowing its head. Behind him, the compound was quiet — too quiet. No sparring. No laughter. Even the children who used to run the yard kept indoors now. The hunters were losing faith, and for the first time in his life, Charles couldn’t blame them.He’d buried too many of his own.And his daughter was still gone.He dr
*CHARLES*The old dining hall had been stripped of everything soft and refitted for war. The long table, once used for family meals, now held maps, blades, field radios, and cold coffee. Chalk dust and smoke filled the air like fog.Charles stood at the head of the table. Sebastian stood beside him, posture loose but eyes sharp — a wolf barely keeping his patience. On one side sat hunters: Mark, Jessica, a few junior officers, and Xavia, her hands wrapped around a steaming mug that never seemed to cool. Opposite them, the lycans: Theo, Natalia, Norman, their quiet weight filling the space.It was the first time both species had gathered under one roof without killing each other. No one relaxed.“We’ve searched every ridge, every valley,” Charles said. His voice was low but carried through the room. “If Blaire were still with
*THEO*Theo decided it was best not to interrupt Sebastian and Charles during breakfast. They needed time alone to bond and understand each other. Tensions were high anyway as both fought their nature to kill each other, if there were two wolves while Charles was tense it could cause issues. So, Theo decided to brave a walk around the small hunter town. Everyone knew who he was, they knew that some werewolves were going to be visiting town to help search for their beloved Blaire, but seeing one so close that wasn't an enemy was shocking to most. He watched people avoid him, or glare. Children stared at him wide-eyed with a wonder that only a child can possess. Tending to one of the horses he saw a beautiful woman. She had long black hair and caramel skin, native american he believed. He couldn't help but stop his walk to look at her. To admire every curve of her body. She was obviously very active because she was in great shape. He wasn't sure what he liked looking at most
*SEBASTIAN* It was early the following morning after Sebastian and a few of his lycans had arrived. Charles and Sebastian had woken up early and ran into each other in the kitchen. "Are you hungry?" Charles asked him, despite being on the same team and having the same goal things were awkward and a bit tense. They were natural enemies, hunters were created to destroy lycans and vampires, that is their only purpose for existing. "I am yes." "Eggs and bacon alright?" "Yes that will be fine. Thank you." "And would you like coffee?" "I would table a cup if it's no trouble." "I was making myself some anyway." Their voices were monotone and cordial, both knew they needed to stay calm and polite so that they could accurately work together to get back Blaire. Charles began to cook the bacon while the coffee was being made. Neither man spoke until the coffee had finished. "Milk? Sugar?" "No it's alright." "There you go." Charles said pushing a black coffee mug toward Sebastia







