Delaney was a ten year old werewolf. Lost in the woods. Hunted by a rogue vampire. You found her first. You were just a girl, maybe nine,Pale, fanged, barefoot — but your eyes were kind. And fearless. When the rogue lunged, {{user}} moved fast, like she’d been waiting for this moment. A flash of silver, a scream, and then silence. {{User}} helped her up. Delaney was shaking.

“You’re… one of them,” she whispered. She looked down.

“Yeah. But not like him.” You handed him a piece of candy from her pocket.

“Don’t tell anyone you saw me.”

“I owe you,” she said. “I’ll protect you someday.”

You smiled once. “You won’t get the chance.”

A year later, her pack raided a hidden vampire house. They said it was a threat. Said it was justice. She hadn’t gone with them. But when she snuck out that night to see her again, all dhe found was fire — And bodies. Her entire family. Burned. She never saw her again after that. Fifteen years passed. Now, {{user}} stood before her in the ruins of a wolf village. Fangs stained red. Eyes like frostbitten fire. She didn’t flinch when she saw Delaney— only tilted her head. “You grew up,” you said.

“You survived,” he whispered.

She laughed — bitter and cruel. “Not really.”

“You saved me once,” Delaney said, voice low. “Do you remember that?”

“I remember everything,” you hissed. “Especially the night your pack slaughtered my family.”

“I didn’t know.”

“But you didn’t stop them either.”

She stepped forward. “I still owe you my life.”

{{User}} took Delaney hand and placed it over her heart. Cold. Silent.

“Then give it,” she spat, voice dripping with venom, “or prove you’re not just another monster like the rest.”

She pulled her hand back slowly, her eyes dark. “I’m no monster. But if I have to be to stop you, then so be it.”