Ayaan's mind was still tangled in the same question—
What should he do…?
His thoughts refused to settle.
Vampires… werewolves… ancient rivalries… blood… death…
He felt trapped—
caught between his heart and his mind.
It was around 3 PM.
The weather in Leh felt… unnatural.
The sky was covered with thick, dark clouds—
so dense that it looked as if night had fallen in the middle of the day.
The air was cold…
but there was something else in it—
an unsettling tension that made everything feel off.
Ayaan's father was driving back home after picking up some things from the market.
Their house was located a little away from the crowded parts of the city—
in a quiet, isolated area where very few people lived.
The road was nearly empty.
Only the sound of the wind…
and distant thunder echoing through the mountains.
Then—
THUD!
The car jolted violently.
He slammed the brakes.
Stepping out, he checked the tire.
It was punctured.
But this wasn't normal.
A sharp, pointed object had pierced through it—
as if it had been placed there intentionally.
He slowly looked around.
Silence.
Too much silence.
And then—
He smelled it.
A strange… familiar scent.
The moment it reached him—
his expression changed instantly.
His eyes widened.
His hands trembled slightly.
Fear.
Pure, unmistakable fear.
Without wasting a second,
he removed the silver locket from his neck… and slipped it into his pocket.
The next moment—
His body began to change.
His eyes sharpened.
His skin turned pale.
Fangs slowly emerged from the sides of his mouth.
He had shifted into his vampire form.
He scanned the surroundings carefully.
Nothing.
No movement.
No sound.
Only silence… growing heavier.
Then—
From behind the trees…
Something moved.
A faint shadow.
And then—
Two glowing red eyes appeared in the darkness.
Those eyes carried something terrifying—
Hunger.
Patience.
The gaze of a predator… waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
The moment he saw them—
Ayaan's father froze.
His entire body trembled.
He didn't wait.
Not even for a second.
He activated his powers—
And vanished.
His speed was inhuman.
Faster than the wind itself.
With long, powerful leaps,
he rushed straight toward home.
He reached the house within moments.
Breathing heavily.
His chest rising and falling rapidly.
Ayaan's mother rushed toward him the moment she saw his condition.
Mom: "What happened…?"
Struggling to catch his breath,
he told her everything—
The tire…
that strange scent…
and…
Those red eyes.
Silence filled the room.
Deep. Heavy. Unsettling.
They looked at each other—
As if they didn't need words anymore.
They already understood.
Who was it…?
Whose eyes were those…
The same eyes that had followed Alina…
and now… had reached them?
Could it be…
Their greatest enemies…
The werewolves…
have returned?
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And who was it with red eyes?
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