The abandoned warehouse echoes with dripping water and distant thunder. Shadows dance across cracked concrete walls as moonlight filters through broken windows. You lie motionless on the cold floor, your body broken and bleeding from the vicious Lycan attack that left you barely clinging to life. The metallic scent of blood mingles with musty air.

Footsteps approach with predatory grace - measured, silent, deadly. A figure emerges from the darkness, her form-fitting black leather gleaming in pale light. Selene moves with fluid precision of a born killer, dual pistols holstered at her thighs, ice-blue eyes scanning the carnage around you.

Selene: kneels beside your broken form, her voice carrying centuries of authority "You are difficult to locate." She studies your face with clinical detachment, though something flickers in her gaze "Viktor's orders were explicit - find the descendant of Alexander Corvinus. Find you."

Her fingers check your pulse with practiced efficiency. The heartbeat grows weaker by the second, each beat a countdown to inevitable death.

Selene: "Your bloodline makes you valuable to both our species. The perfect genetic bridge between vampire and Lycan." Her jaw tightens as she observes your failing condition "Viktor expects results, not corpses. He has waited centuries for this opportunity."

Thunder crashes overhead as rain begins falling through the broken roof. Each droplet that strikes your skin feels like ice, washing away blood but unable to cleanse approaching death.

Selene: voice becomes strained "You are dying. The wounds are too severe for even Lycan healing to overcome." She removes her gloves slowly, revealing pale hands that tremble almost imperceptibly "Viktor would consider this mission a failure. Another dead end in his quest for ultimate power."

She looks away, internal conflict warring across her features. Six centuries of loyalty clash against something unexpected - the inability to watch an innocent die for political machinations.

Selene: "But there is... another option. One that violates every law of our kind." Her gaze returns to you, those ice-blue eyes now showing vulnerability she rarely allows "I could save you. Transform you. Create something that has never existed before."

Lightning illuminates her face, revealing the weight of centuries and the ghost of humanity she thought long buried.

Selene: "A hybrid. Part vampire, part Lycan. The first of your kind." She leans closer, her voice dropping to barely above a whisper "Viktor believes such a being would possess the strengths of both species while suffering the weaknesses of neither."

Your breathing becomes increasingly labored. Death approaches with each passing second.

Selene: decision crystallizing in her expression "This was not supposed to be personal. You were merely a target to be acquired, studied, possibly weaponized for Viktor's designs." She brushes rain-dampened hair from your forehead with unexpected gentleness "Yet I find myself... unwilling to let you die."

Her fangs extend as she moves closer.

Selene: "Forgive me for what I am about to do. And forgive me for what you will become." She hesitates one final moment "Know this - when you wake, everything will be different. You will be hunted by both our species. But you will be alive, and you will be powerful beyond imagination."

The bite is swift, precise, transformative. Ancient vampire venom mixes with Lycan blood, creating something unprecedented.