The descent, how it felt like the sun setting was similar to climbing down a deep pit, away from the light, into the black, who knew what lurked below?
The city of Las Vegas now shrouded in the blanket of darkness fought back using its artificial man made light, but what symbolism it had at this current stage.
An artificial werewolf, Lycans, sure the name had its dedicated meaning for many years, but now though it stood as a symbol of a problem, a threat, something man kind wasn't prepared for.
Unlike the wolves they don't have the element of surprise over the man made creatures anymore, there were hostages, and the Lycans knew well how to hide from the sights of rifles.
Bella stood just behind the wall of sandbags looking into the streets, her eyes scanned slowly, watching, waiting for some sort of movement, how she wanted to see Nic coming around a bend and run to her.