Chapter 108 – Lucian, the Ultimate Love-Struck Fool
Silver bullets slammed into the transformed Lycans, but the effect was minimal.
At best, they slowed the beasts down for a moment.
Selene reached the elevator lobby just in time to see the doors close. Michael had already started descending.
"Damn it!" she cursed, drawing both of her USP Match pistols and venting her frustration at the four approaching Lycans.
Between her two guns and William's, they had three firearms in play — but pure silver rounds simply didn't deal enough damage to fully transformed werewolves.
The Lycans were pushing closer.
They wouldn't be able to hold this position much longer.
"Shoot the floor!" William shouted, stomping once to confirm the flooring wasn't too thick.
Selene understood instantly.
The two moved back-to-back, rotating in sync as they fired downward at the floor around their feet.
Out of Selene's sightline, William swapped his handgun for an M4A1.
5.56 rounds had far better penetration than .45.
After only two rotations, the floor gave way, riddled with bullet holes. Combined with their weight—
CRASH!
The floor collapsed, and both of them dropped to the fourth floor below.
Selene glanced upward briefly but didn't wait to see if the Lycans would follow. She immediately sprinted for the stairwell.
William could tell at a glance — she was going after Michael.
He didn't stop her. He simply followed.
First Floor – Elevator Lobby
Michael stood there anxiously, waiting for the elevator doors to open.
Tonight had been far too much for him to process.
He'd just witnessed two separate gunfights in a single night.
His breathing was uneven. His hands trembled slightly. His mind still struggled to accept what his eyes had seen.
Gunfire. Monsters. People turning to ash.
None of it made sense.
And yet—
Somewhere deep down, he had the strange feeling that this was only the beginning.
Ding. The elevator doors slid open.
A man stood outside.
Leather jacket. Long, greasy hair. A hard, predatory face.
When he saw Michael, he smiled.
"Hello, Michael."
Stairwell
Selene reached the landing and looked toward the elevator.
She saw the man — rough features, filthy long hair — smiling into the elevator like a lunatic.
She didn't hesitate.
She raised her pistol and fired at Lucian.
The gunshot echoed just as William arrived, catching sight of the central figure behind centuries of vampire–Lycan war.
Lucian. The ultimate love-obsessed revolutionary.
Selene kept firing as she advanced.
Before transformation, werewolves were at their weakest. Silver bullets in the body could temporarily prevent them from shifting. Enough shots to vital organs could kill them outright.
Lucian took multiple hits — but never forgot his objective.
As he fell, he lunged at Michael.
His jaws opened wide—
CRUNCH.
He bit into Michael's neck.
Michael screamed.
Lucian retreated into the elevator, and Selene lost her angle.
She sprinted forward and reached the doors just in time to see both men collapsed inside.
There was no time to question why the Lycans wanted Michael.
If the enemy wants him, they don't get him.
That was enough.
Selene grabbed Michael and dragged him out, not even noticing the deep bite wound in his neck.
William followed as she hauled him away like a corpse.
"Why are you following me?" she asked coldly.
"The guy you're carrying is a Lycan magnet. Wherever he goes, they go. I'm not leaving him out of my sight."
The excuse fit his cover perfectly.
Selene didn't argue. She didn't know what William was — but his stance aligned with hers.
That was enough for now.
They threw Michael into the back seat.
Selene got behind the wheel. William took the passenger seat.
Michael exploded from the back. "What the hell is happening tonight?!"
Neither of them answered.
Selene floored the accelerator.
Lucian didn't just need Michael's blood.
He needed Michael himself.
If Michael's blood could fuse the two viral strains, Lucian would use it to turn himself into a hybrid.
He forced the silver rounds out of his body and sprinted after the car.
Even in human form, Lycans rivaled vampires physically.
Lucian caught up fast.
He leapt.
THUD. He landed on the car roof.
Michael panicked, staring upward in terror.
Selene stayed focused — but both hands were on the wheel.
Lucian deployed his wrist blade and stabbed downward through the roof, aiming at Selene.
But he forgot—
There was someone else in the car.
BANG.
A shot from below hit him.
Lucian roared, rage overtaking him, stabbing repeatedly through the metal.
William's silver rounds punched hole after hole into his body. Smoke hissed as the silver reacted with the Lycan virus.
Then—
Selene screamed.
Lucian's blade pierced her shoulder.
The pain was immense, but she didn't lose control of the vehicle. Years of combat discipline held firm.
Suddenly—
She slammed the brakes.
Clutch down.
Lucian flew forward off the roof.
Reverse gear.
Gas pedal floored.
The car shot backward a long distance.
Then—
First gear.
Pedal to the floor.
Lucian had just stood up when headlights filled his vision.
CRASH.
The car plowed into him.
It wasn't enough to kill him — but enough to leave him stunned and unable to continue the chase.
Inside the car, Selene checked the rearview mirror.
Lucian wasn't following.
She finally exhaled.
The car sped on.
In the back seat, Michael sat shaken to the core.
Honestly, even William felt it.
He'd had powers for a while now.
But a night this insane?
Yeah.
That was a first.