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A woman. Dark waves, pale olive skin, moving with the kind of liquid silence that never belonged to the living. She was heading towards the river side of the old warehouse blocks, posture alert but not yet alarmed.

Gina. He had a partial file on her—possible dam, long-term associate of the one they called Mathias. High-value if the intelligence was clean.

Crowe stayed in the deeper shadow and paced her from parallel cover, careful, professional. He kept the wind in his favor and his steps placed on the quieter patches of broken concrete. For almost two minutes, it worked.

Then she simply vanished.

One moment she was a clear shape between two rusted containers; the next the space was empty. No blur of speed he could track, no sound of displacement. Just absence.

Crowe froze, every instinct screaming that he had been made. He swept the angles, emitter half-raised, but the alley stayed empty. The residual trace of her was thinning, as if she had deliberately cut it.

He stood alone in the dark, jaw tight, and accepted the loss.

She was better than the reports had suggested.

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Gina

She had felt the hunter the moment he committed to the follow.

Amateur pressure in the air. The faint ozone bite of their light weapons. The disciplined but still-human rhythm of someone who believed caution was the same as invisibility. Gina had let him keep pace just long enough to reach out with a whip-thin thought and confirmed what and who he was, then folded herself into the deeper dark and left Crowe standing there with nothing.

Later, on the roof of a derelict machine shop three blocks away, she crouched against a vent pipe and considered the problem.

A hunter this persistent was dangerous. A hunter this informed was useful.

She had no illusions about their kind. Most would try to end her the moment they had a clean shot. But this one was methodical. He was hunting the same fracture lines she was. If he could be made to see the larger threat—the bond from Mathias that was unraveling and destabilizing everything around him—there might be a temporary alignment of interests.

She hated what she knew without doubt now: Mathias could not be allowed to continue. For the sake of the camp and their turned younglings, he had to be brought back to the camp alone, the bond with Carson broken. Or they both needed to heed the Sun’s Call. True death for Mathias and the human who had claimed him. After that, she and the hunter could return to being enemies.

Gina moved quickly, laying a simple, elegant trap in a narrow service corridor two streets over: a dead-end funnel, a single suppressed light source, and a pressure point that would force any pursuer into a kill-box she controlled. Then she allowed just enough of her scent to drift back towards the industrial grid.

It didn’t take long.

The hunter came in careful stealth, emitter raised, his silver blade ready. He was good—better than most—but he was still human. When the corridor narrowed and the residual trail sharpened, he committed.

Gina dropped behind him and had the knife out of his hand before he could fully turn. She didn’t press the advantage into a killing blow. Instead, she held him pinned against the wall with one forearm, fangs unbared, voice low and almost civil.

“If I wanted you dead, you would already be cooling.”

Crowe went still, calculating. “You’re the dam.”

“And you’re the one leaving scorch marks across my city.” Gina eased the pressure just enough to let him breathe cleanly. “We want the same ending. Mathias and the human. True death. Fire. After that, we can return to trying to kill each other. Until then, I propose a ceasefire.”

Silence stretched. She watched the decision move behind his eyes—the vow, the grief, the practical hatred of anything that wore a human face and fed from humans.

Finally, Crowe gave a single, sharp nod.

“Temporary,” he said. “And if you turn on me, I will burn you myself.”

Gina stepped back and returned his knife, hilt first.

“Then we understand each other.”

In the dark between them, a dangerous agreement settled into place.

Mathias and Carson would not see the next full moon if either of them could help it.