Raven's nerves were taut as she weaved through the darkened streets, Harley engine roaring beneath her. Every shadow seemed alive, every distant noise a potential threat. She wasn't just a runaway anymore—she was hunted.
Alfa rode beside her, silent, silver eyes scanning the darkness. "They've formed alliances," he said, voice tight with urgency. "The vampire court, rogue shifters, even some witches—they're all after you. We need to stay ahead."
Storm appeared from the alley, amber eyes flashing in the dim light. "You can't fight them all at once," he said, muscles coiled, ready to leap into action. "But you don't have to. I'll keep you alive."
Raven's chest tightened, the pull of both men undeniable, yet terrifying. Desire and protection warred with fear and uncertainty. She didn't have time to think of anything but survival, but the tension between Alfa and Storm made every decision heavier.
Above them, Jethro's presence lingered like a shadow on the rooftops. Crimson eyes glimmered with obsession and hunger. Every instinct screamed that he was close, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. "You cannot run forever," he whispered through the dark. "The storm is mine to claim."
The city became a labyrinth of danger, shadows closing in from every direction. Raven felt Tylif's energy guiding her, invisible yet steady. "You're at the center of the storm," the witch warned. "Every faction will come for you. You cannot hide—it's time to decide where you stand, and what you are willing to fight for."
Raven's hands tingled, her storm responding to the growing threat. She didn't just want to survive—she wanted to take control. The adrenaline pushed her forward, weaving her through alleys, across rooftops, and into the heart of the supernatural hunt.
Every corner brought a challenge, every shadow a potential ambush. But with Alfa's blade, Storm's strength, and the fire of her own storm, Raven realized she was no longer just a target. She was a force.
And as the night stretched on, filled with pursuit and danger, she understood the truth: the supernatural war wasn't just chasing her—it was waiting for her to decide the rules of engagement.