In Selene's dingy safe house, Raja hovered over the unconscious Elder Amelia, whom he'd lulled to sleep with a Telepathy nudge, drawing her blood with a syringe like a vampire nurse.
He secured the vials in Maya's inventory, muttering, "Elder juice, check."
Meanwhile, Selene sped through London's streets, oblivious to a black van tailing her.
Inside, Singe, the Lycan scientist, barked orders to a tactical squad, their guns loaded for Raja, desperate to reclaim Michael Corvin, whom they believed he'd kidnapped.
Selene burst into the safe house, freezing at the sight of Raja painting Amelia's nails bubblegum pink while she snoozed.
Her mouth twitched, torn between rage and disbelief. "Raja, what the hell? That's Elder Amelia!"
she yelled, waking Amelia, who jolted upright, shrieking, "Where am I?" Raja, unfazed by Selene's fury, grabbed her and planted a forceful kiss, melting her anger like butter.
Their lips locked, souls syncing, until Amelia's loud throat-clearing broke the spell.
Blushing, Selene knelt, "Elder Amelia, I'm so sorry for this shameful display. This is Raja, my human mate. He didn't know who you were—he kidnapped you."
Amelia, amused, waved it off, "No kidnapping here. Your mate saved me from a Lycan horde at the station."
Selene's eyes softened, gratitude flooding as she shot Raja a look promising a "reward" later.
Raja, milking the moment, spun his tale: "I tailed Soren from the mansion, saw them waiting for someone in Train station, Then Miss Amelia and her gang came on a train and ready to depart the train, then Lycans ambushed Amelia and her gang, Soren's crew just watched—Like that they arranged the Ambush for Miss Amelia. As for me can't leave somebody in danger Like a prince saving a damsel, I swooped in, brought her here using your memory of safe house."
Selene's jaw dropped, dots connecting: "Kraven." Before she could strategize, heavy footsteps echoed below.
Raja, peeking through the floor, spotted Singe and his armed Lycans creeping up, guns blazing.
MAYA: "Master, you're a walking Lycan magnet."
Raja slammed the door shut, snagged Selene's Desert Eagle, and checked the clip—liquid silver nitrate rounds. "Jackpot," he grinned, shoving Selene behind him. C
ranking his Telepathy to max, he tracked the Lycans' shadows and footsteps, firing through the door with sniper precision.
One bullet, one headshot, each Lycan dropping like a sack of furry potatoes.
Singe, wounded but alive, groaned.
Raja swung the door open, dragging the scientist to Selene.
Singe, clutching his arm, gasped, "What kind of monster are you?"
Raja's smile was pure menace: "The kind you pray never finds you. Selene, take this creep to the mansion—evidence to rally the coven. I'll surrender to the Lycan lookouts, infiltrate their den, and send you the address via Telepathy."
Selene protested, "Too risky!" but Raja's charm—and a steamy goodbye kiss—won her over.
He leapt out the window, nailing a superhero landing, and strolled to a police car with two Lycans inside.
Sliding into the backseat, he chirped, "Heard Lucian's looking for me. Disarm me, boys, let's roll!"
The Lycans, baffled by his casual surrender, frisked him and sped to the den.
Selene and Amelia, stunned by Raja's bold, goofy strategy, trusted his plan and raced to the mansion with Singe in tow.
MAYA: "Master, you're playing chess with a sledgehammer."
Meanwhile, Soren, limping from Raja's train blast, phoned Kraven, spilling the Amelia fiasco.
Kraven, panicking, bolted from the mansion, leaving his schemes in shambles.
At the coven, Selene and Amelia marched Singe before Viktor, who loomed like a fanged gargoyle. "Amelia, a pleasure to finally meet you after a long time, but Selene, you defy orders for that human monkey and drag this filthy dog here?" he snarled.
Amelia cut in, "That human saved me from death, Viktor. Show respect."
Viktor, shocked, barked, "Assassination? Who dared?"
Selene laid it bare: "Kraven plotted Amelia's death with Lycans, allied with Lucian for centuries. Raja saved her." Amelia nodded, confirming.
Viktor roared, " Who's there Capture Kraven and drag him here!"
Erica, eavesdropping, piped up, "My Lord, traitor Kraven fled 30 minutes ago!"
Viktor's bellow shook the chandeliers.
Selene squeezed Singe, demanding, "Why target Michael?"
Singe, wincing, spilled the lore: "In the 5th century, Alexander Corvinus caught a plague virus, mutated by the 'Corvinus Strain,' making him the first Immortal. His twin sons, William and Marcus, became the first werewolf and vampire after bites. The third son, mortal, passed a dormant virus to descendants like Michael Corvin." Viktor, Selene, and Amelia gaped.
Singe continued, "Michael's blood, mixed with vampire and Lycan blood, creates a triple-bloodline hybrid. Lucian plans to inject it, evolve, and wipe you out."
Viktor, enraged at the "abomination," punched Singe's skull, killing him instantly. T
urning to Selene, he vowed, "Kraven dies."
He rallied the coven, ordering a full-scale assault on the Lycan den, war drums pounding.
Selene, heart racing, awaited Raja's telepathic ping, ready to storm the den and end Lucian's scheme.
MAYA: "Master, you've lit the fuse on a supernatural powder keg!"
To Be Continued…