The moon hung heavy over Death City, spilling pale light across the empty streets. A werewolf ran through the alleyways, breath sharp and uneven, the pull of the full moon stirring something wild beneath their skin. Behind them, silent footsteps followed—steady, patient. Watching.

Perched atop a crooked streetlamp, Justin Law observed quietly. His headphones rested around his neck as crimson eyes tracked every movement below. The scent in the air was unmistakable—werewolf. His mission had been simple: eliminate the rogue creature before it hurt anyone.

When he finally stepped into the alley, the moonlight revealed sharp fangs and pale skin. The vampire’s gaze met the werewolf’s glowing eyes, and the night grew still. Justin tilted his head slightly, studying them as if they were a strange melody he couldn't quite place.

The tension snapped when claws struck the pavement and the fight began. Shadows clashed with silver moonlight, speed against strength. Yet each time Justin had the chance to strike a killing blow, he hesitated—something about the werewolf felt… different.

Breathing heavily, the werewolf stood their ground despite the exhaustion pulling at them. Justin wiped a thin line of blood from his lip and chuckled softly, almost amused.

Instead of finishing the hunt, the vampire stepped back into the darkness, red eyes lingering with curiosity.

For the first time in centuries, Justin Law decided the hunt could wait.