Friend or Foe ?

Tension crackled in the air as Faith's enraged command pierced the silence, her voice dripping with venom as she pointed an accusing finger at Lucian. The werewolf pack surged forward with snarls and bared teeth, poised to attack Kira and I while Faith squared off against Lucian.

Bracing myself, I steadied my gun as we prepared to face the onslaught of werewolves. But amidst the chaos, Faith and Lucian locked eyes, their shared history bubbling to the surface like a festering wound.

"You abandoned me, Lucian!" Faith's voice rang out, her anger fueling each word as she launched herself at him, claws flashing in the moonlight. "You left me to fend for myself, and because of you, a vampire killed my brother!"

Lucian's jaw clenched as he blocked Faith's blows, his gaze hardening with each strike. "You were always selfish, Faith," he growled, his voice low and filled with disdain. "You cared for no one but yourself, you lacked empathy and you have always been a narcissist."

Their words were like daggers, each barb slicing through the air with painful precision. Kira and I fought on, our movements swift and sure as we took down the werewolves one by one, but our attention remained fixed on the bitter confrontation unfolding before us.

As Faith and Lucian clashed, their past grievances laid bare for all to see, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for both of them. They were two souls bound together by a history of heartache, their wounds raw and bleeding for all the world to see.

But amidst the chaos and the pain, I knew that we had a job to do. With a steely resolve, I focused on the task at hand, my aim true as I unleashed a barrage of silver bullets, each shot finding its mark with deadly accuracy.

The werewolves howled in agony as the silver tore through their flesh, their cries mingling with the sounds of battle. Kira and I fought on, our determination unyielding as we faced down our enemies with courage and strength.

And as the last of the werewolves fell, their bodies littering the ground like broken dolls, I couldn't help but wonder what would become of Faith and Lucian. In a world where pain ran deep, could they ever find a way to forgive each other and move forward? Or were they doomed to repeat the mistakes of the past, trapped in a cycle of violence and retribution with no end in sight ?

As the echoes of the battle faded into the night, an eerie silence settled over the clearing, broken only by the ragged breaths of the combatants. Kira and I stood amidst the aftermath, our guns still trained on the fallen werewolves, while Faith and Lucian remained locked in a tense standoff.

For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath, the weight of their shared history hanging heavy in the air like a shroud. I watched as Faith and Lucian regarded each other with wary eyes, the tension between them palpable.

" I've distracted you long enough. Everyone knows the blood moon ritual takes place here so we did the unexpected, we split up and performed it where no one would expect and I, came here to distract you because we knew you'd try to stop us or you thought I was the only witch?", Faith muttered with a laugh as she turned on her heel and disappeared into the darkness, her form melting into the shadows like a wraith. Lucian made no move to follow, his expression inscrutable as he watched her go.

Kira and I had just realised that she had been stalling, knowing that we would try to stop her so she wasted our time. But amidst the uncertainty, I felt there was more to the blood moon ritual than we knew as it was now revealed that more witches were involved in this, with the werewolves.

With a silent nod to Kira, I holstered my gun and approached Lucian, my footsteps cautious as I closed the distance between us. "Are you alright?" I asked softly, my voice filled with concern.

Lucian met my gaze, his eyes resolute. "I'm alright," he replied, his tone curt but not unkind. "Thank you for your help, Detective."

I offered him a small, understanding smile. "Anytime," I said, my words carrying a silent promise of support.

With that, I turned and made my way back to where Kira stood, the weight of the night pressing down upon me like a heavy cloak. But as I looked up at the moon hanging low in the sky, I couldn't help but feel a sense of optimism stirring within me.

Faith and Lucian's confrontation had laid bare the scars of their past, but Faith had no intentions of patching things up. I knew that anything was possible now that the blood moon ritual was completed elsewhere. We had to prepare for the worst.

With that thought in mind, I squared my shoulders and took a deep breath, ready to face whatever challenges the night might bring. For in a city where darkness reigned, anything is possible.