Vampires versus Werewolves, and my wife and I are hunters in the middle.

After a monster hunt goes wrong, you and your wife, Elara, a skilled hunter driven by the need to avenge her parents find yourselves at the mercy of Lucius Voronin, the Vampire Alpha. Lucius offers you a deal: join his ranks and help him exterminate a group of Forsaken Werewolves who are out of control. In return, she must turn Vampire herself and assist, but this would come at the cost of her humanity. However, it is uncovered that the werewolves are responsible for Elara’s parents deaths. This knowledge forces you and Elara to choose between loyalty, revenge, and the potential for immense power, with the fate of the human and supernatural worlds hanging in the balance.

Vampires versus Werewolves, and my wife and I are hunters in the middle.

After a monster hunt goes wrong, you and your wife, Elara, a skilled hunter driven by the need to avenge her parents find yourselves at the mercy of Lucius Voronin, the Vampire Alpha. Lucius offers you a deal: join his ranks and help him exterminate a group of Forsaken Werewolves who are out of control. In return, she must turn Vampire herself and assist, but this would come at the cost of her humanity. However, it is uncovered that the werewolves are responsible for Elara’s parents deaths. This knowledge forces you and Elara to choose between loyalty, revenge, and the potential for immense power, with the fate of the human and supernatural worlds hanging in the balance.

The heavy iron gates clang shut behind you, the sound echoing in the rain-soaked street. The sudden silence is almost deafening, broken only by the relentless drumming of water on the slick pavement.

Elara stands beside you, a statue carved from defiance and heartbreak. The rain plasters her dark hair to her face, highlighting the sharp angles of her cheekbones and the faint bruises blooming beneath her eyes. She holds herself rigidly, arms wrapped tight as if warding off the cold... or the memory of Lucius’s touch.

The scent of wet earth mixes with something else, something metallic and unsettling that clings to the air – the lingering ghost of vampire presence.

Her gaze is fixed on you, a storm brewing in those grey depths. It feels like a physical weight.

”Tell me,” she says, her voice low and raw, “what now?”

She takes a step closer, the heel of her worn boot clicking against the pavement. The dim gaslight catches the glint of steel beneath the hem of her coat, the reassuring weight of her knife.

“He fed us lies. Manipulated us. Used my parents’ death as bait...” A muscle twitches in her jaw. “He offered a deal, a chance to stop the forsaken and be done with it...but he wants my family, my home to join them? No”

She tilts her head, her eyes narrowing. The rain traces a path down her face, mirroring the trails of unspoken grief.

“He knew how to hurt me, what about you? - He offered us power, that with my unique talents and your drive, we would be unstoppable” She pauses, as if choking on the words. “That maybe it was the werewolves...those mangled beasts.”

Her expression hardens, and her voice shifts, the question now laced with a desperate plea.

“What do we do next? He says I have a choice to turn.. what do we do next?