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Well, the dreams were back, only they seemed to be more than just his usual nightmares. These seemed more like visions; random, inexplicable images. He was running through the subway tunnels, his vision red as if he were in wolf form. As he passed under the sidewalk grates, he'd see a blue moon, then water flowing through, dripping onto the tracks. Then a fast approaching train. He leapt up onto the roof and ran along the top, until diving between two cars and entering the subway car through the door, now suddenly in human form again. There would be only one boy in the car. He'd see Hunter, but all Hunter would be able to see are his eyes; dark, deep eyes. Once the subway stopped, he got up and walked out. Hunter followed him out, on the platform, up the stairs, and onto the street. But once he got onto the street, the boy was gone and all he could see were vast multitudes of people. Just ordinary pedestrians, strolling about as if it were in the middle of the afternoon. Except it was night, and it was pouring rain. They all had long black raincoats and black umbrellas, turning them into one entity, undulating like angry river currents, with eddies and vortices. Hunter was soaked to the bone, and frantically began searching for the boy in the crowd. As he was pushing his way desperately through the crowds, he caught fleeting glances of the boy, but always missed him by a bit. He noticed that despite the clouds, the blue moon continued to shine down onto the crowds. Further more, it's concentrated beam was tracing his movements, like a searchlight. Hunter couldn't hide from the light as it blinded him, making his search impossible. Finally he fell on his knees and stared up at the moon in contempt and resignation. For the first time in his life, he surrendered. The moon seemed to be fading, until Hunter noticed that it was just getting smaller. As it receded into the night, it's piercing blue glow never fading, he saw it become an eye. The eye of the boy. His hood partially shadowed his face, but his eyes shone through. The boy was standing over Hunter and put his hand under his chin, gently lifting up his head and he withdrew his hood. But then, just Hunter was about to see his face, he woke up. Again.
When Hunter became aware of his surroundings and that he had once again had the dream, he punched his pillow in frustration. Why can't he ever see his face? What made the boy so special that he felt safe surrendering to him? Maybe they were stupid questions, but ever since Hunter had begun having those recurring dreams, nothing made sense. Something in his gut told him that these were more than just dreams, that they were messages. Somebody was telling him, or warning him, about someone. Werewolves always trust their instincts, it was part of their heritage as proud warriors. Never think, because you thoughts can trick you, because vampires can trick your thoughts. If you think about your next blow, a vampire can make you doubt it, and that split-second of distraction is all it takes. Just trust your gut. What you can see, touch, smell, taste, not what you think you can see, touch, smell or taste. There is a difference, but only well-trained wolves can master it. Hunter was very well-trained.
"How did the meeting go?" The man asked Sanger in accented english when he entered the laboratory.
"Perfect, they're on board for Omega."
"How did you finally convince them?"
"Time. All the raids have weakened their resolve," Sanger hesitated before continuing, "also... I told them about the Renegade."
This made the man look up at Sanger for the first time with a look of curiosity and concern, "Did you tell them everything?"
"No, no of course not," Sanger rushed to his own defense, "Only that which they needed to know and would convince them further."
"Which would be...?"
"That the Renegade was the return of Viktor in a new form according to the Hybrid Legend. That he was planning an impending Werewolf Armageddon and that's what is behind their increasingly aggressive behavior. Basically, that he will lead them all against us in some night predicted by the Prophets in a battle that will last until the Red Dawn."
"... The vampire Apocalypse. Good, that is all?" He was comforted. Sanger didn't even know it all himself.
"Yes, I swear. That is accurate, right? According to the Prophets' records?"
"Yes, yes, I read them myself." He waved away Sanger's question, "so are they going to retrieve him from the humans?"
"Yes, Wu sent a team and Carrion will store him."
"Good. You did well, my friend." The man warmed up at hearing of his plan's success.
Sanger still had his doubts, "Are you sure we're not playing too dangerous a game? Manipulating the other two Members?"
"Of course not, not when you think of what we're working towards."
"What happens when we have the Renegade? How much closer will we be to annihilating them all?"
"Viktor is only half the battle. According to the texts, the union will be along the same division that have always existed between our two people; body and mind. Viktor is only body. Not to mention the other steps we must take." He gently reminded Sanger, to which he replied with a knowing nod.
"So what else are we looking for?"
"This is all leading up to the final showdown between the two species. The union will encompass us all and we must be prepared for it first. Both sides could be exterminated, or we can turn it to our own advantage."
"And destroy them first." Sanger was satisfied with this explanation and exited the lab. As he left, another man entered. This one appeared to be in his late twenties and had shaggy blonde hair and green eyes. He appeared generally disheveled.
The older scientist recognized one of his favorite experiments and greeted him warmly, "Trey, how are you? Did your assignment go well?"
"Yes, sir. I gave the wolf one of my snow tests and he demonstrated all the necessary qualities. Powerful senses, persistence, control; he would sustain the change easily."
"Good, good. However my search is only half complete with him. There is still the other."
"Which?"
"I don't know. A vampire, I know, but I still have to look."
Trey ventured to ask a more sensitive question, "if you don't mind my asking, what is this project of yours anyway?"
He sighed, "I suppose you've been around long enough to deserve the answer to that question. Sit, please." Trey did so and he continued, "every since my days in alchemy, my goal has been a union of the two species. Apart, werewolves and vampires allow their human-like hubris to blind them from the potential in joining forces. Perfect mind meets perfect body. You understand, I'm sure, I've always kept you and the others in a peaceful environment without such outdated prejudices. Back during the days of the Prophets, they predicted, well, not so much predicted as reasoned, that a union of the species was inevitable. They credited evolution would ultimately provide a blood type capable of sustaining both changes. They were vague, but I know their will be two unions; one of body and one of mind. I've tried filling in their blanks with research and reasoned on my own that the Hybrid Legend, a separate tale, foretells of the union of body."
"And mind?"
"That union will be between a werewolf and a vampire with a very strong, deep mental connection, possibly love. The wolf you followed I believe to be one half of the second union. It took me years to identify him, but thanks to Sanger's resources, the task has been made much easier. He of course has no idea that my true goal is to encourage the union, not use it to continue this senseless war."
"If that is true, than why do you work with vampires? Especially ones such as these who are so anti-wolf?"
"Sanger provided me with the resources I needed and I agreed to provide him with the technology to give him dominion over the Underworld, I had no choice at the time."
"Wow, these really are changing times, huh?"
"More than that, it's a countdown."