Selene, still rattled from her tunnel chase, limped into the vampire coven's gothic mansion, clutching the Lycan's gun that dropped Rigel.
She stormed to the weapons smith, a grizzled vampire with a forge fetish, and slapped the weapon down. "Analyze this," she demanded.
The smith's eyes bugged out at the liquid ultraviolet bullets—vampire-killing tech. "Lycans made these?" he gasped.
Selene recounted the Metro massacre: Lycans chasing a human, Rigel's death and She left the part of Raja's kiss chaos.
Before she could finish, Kraven, the smarmy Vampire Regent, strutted in, sneering, "Mangy Lycans crafting UV rounds? You expect me to buy that fairy tale, Selene?"
The smith, stroking his beard, mused, "Not Lycan-made. Military, maybe—stolen high-tech tracers."
Selene, unfazed, snapped, "I don't care who made them. Rigel's dead, Nathaniel's missing, and Lycans are out there. We need every Death Dealer to raid their den!"
Kraven scoffed, "For a few stray dogs? No way. The Awakening's in days. You didn't even see a den—just heard howls. We wiped out Lucian centuries ago; there's barely a pack left."
Their argument escalated, Selene's icy glare clashing with Kraven's smirk. He dismissed her, ordering Soren, a brutish Death Dealer, to investigate instead. Selene, fuming, stormed out, vowing to hunt alone.
Selena enter the resting place of elder Vampires Looking at the coffin of her adoptive father Victor, asking for guidance.
Erica another Vampire neared her "It's a waste of time, You know, I seriously doubt victor would want you freezing to death here, staring at his tomb for hours."
Selena looked at her " No, he would want, every death dealer scouring every inch of the city hunting vampires, I don't know why he choose Kraven as chief, he is diplomat not a warrior."
Erica, Informs selena that amelia's envoys will be attending the party tonight and get ready for it.
In her chambers, Selene's mind drifted to Raja—his bold kiss, the soul-tingle that hit like a lightning bolt. She'd lived centuries, heard tales of Vampire soulmates only cause such sparks, but to a human? "How's this possible?" she muttered, her heart racing.
Meanwhile, Raja, cruising London's slick streets in Vayu Putra, felt the same tingle, that he felt when he kiss Selena.
"Selene's thinking about me," he chuckled, flooring the accelerator. The Ambassador's engine roared, weaving through traffic like a bat out of hell, heading for his shipyard hideout.
Erica enters the Room of Selena with a Black dress for Selena to wear and Selena suddenly asked her a question. " Erica, do you know, anything about Vampire Soul-Mate, connection."
Erica, baffled by the question, said, "Selena, it is an ancient fairy tale that our ancestors tell for bedtime stories. Wait, do you actually believe it? Wait, have you found your mate? Did you feel the tingle? How did it feel? The person on your computer, is that the one? Tell me everything." Selena rubbed her temples. Why did I say that to her?
Deep in an underground Lycan lair, scientist Singe, a wiry creep with a blood fetish, tested samples from kidnapped Corvinus descendants, hunting the pure Corvinus bloodline for a power boost.
He whined to Lucian, the Lycan Pack Leader, "All tests are duds. We need a new subject—fast."
A hulking Lycan, nursing a bruised ego, dragged in a comrade's corpse, grumbling, "We lost Michael Corvin. Death Dealer and a human—called MightGuy—ambushed us. The MightGuy Kicked me like a football, and saved the target."
Lucian, eyes narrowing, barked, "Was he with the vampires?"
The big Lycan shook his head, "Nah, he shot at both sides, saved Michael and stray humans only."
Lucian's claws twitched, sensing a wild card in their war.
At a grimy shipyard, Raja hauled the unconscious Michael Corvin into an abandoned container—his base for the past week.
Flashback: Raja after entering the world searched for the black market, using Gold in his inventory he traded it for info and Money for the Mission, securing a container ship escape route, Fake passports and papers for Michael, ammunition, and supplies for stalking Michael nightly, cloaked in stealth, until the Lycans pounced.
Inside, Raja tied Michael to a chair, snapping him awake. Michael, seeing Raja with a syringe, freaked, "Don't kill me!"
Raja, unfazed, jabbed the needle, drawing two blood bags. Michael, pale and woozy, begged, "Please, man I'm begging you!"
Raja tossed him an energy-recovery potion, which hit like a triple espresso, jolting Michael upright, still terrified.
"Listen up, Michael," Raja said, looming like a drill sergeant. "I'm a Mystic Hunter—vampires, werewolves, etc. I kill 'em all. They're real, like taxes."
Michael's disbelief earned a demo: Raja lifted him, 70 kilos, one-handed, no sweat.
Michael, dangling, gaped at Raja's chill grin, nodding, "Okay, I believe Put me Down Please!"
Raja set him down. "Folks like you with Corvinus as last name are vanishing from UK —Lycans are snatching them. It was already too late before we get the information, you're the last. I've been your shadow for a week."
Michael gulped, shaking, as Raja continued, "Last night, that big guy I yeeted? Is a Lycan. The hot leather lady? Is a Vampire. Don't crush on her—she's your sister in this life."
Michael nodded, spooked by Raja's death glare.
Raja smirked, "Good boy. Lycans want you for some jacked-up experiment—bad for humanity. Normally, I'd end you."
Michael's eyes bulged, pleas spilling.
"Chill," Raja snapped. "You're a decent doc, so I'm cutting you a break. New clothes, fake passport, 50 grand, and a ship to America. New name: Michael Storm. Live quiet, raise kids, never return—or- one-way ticket to the afterlife. Choose."
Michael, no dummy, picked life. Raja escorted him to the ship, waving like a proud dad, "Don't screw it up, Storm!"
Selene, digging into Michael, scored his address and roared off in her sleek car, hellbent on answers.
Raja, feeling his rune ping, grinned, Blinked to Michael's empty apartment. He lounged on the couch, munching a pilfered chocolate bar, ready to ambush Selene with maximum chaos.
"Moon goddess, let's dance," he muttered, his smirk pure trouble.
MAYA: "Master, you're about to turn this war into a soap opera."
To Be Continued…