Allison's gaze was resolute, her voice echoing in the empty corridor. "We have to go back, Lucas. The truth is in that lab; I can feel it calling us."
A flicker of concern crossed Lucas's eyes, but his tone was firm. "Are you sure? That's no ordinary lab, Allison. It holds secrets we can't predict."
She nodded, determination shining in her eyes. "I know. But we must go, for those who cannot speak, for the truths that have been hidden."
Their footsteps echoed in the desolate corridor, each step filled with resolve. The door to the lab slowly opened, and a cold wind rushed in, carrying the essence of the unknown.
The lights in the lab flickered faintly, and a light dust floated in the air. Allison flipped through ancient manuscripts, her brow furrowed. The pages were yellowed, edges worn, but the characters remained clear. Every letter told a tale of an ancient secret. Her fingers brushed over the text, a faint unease stirring in her heart.
Lucas stood silently behind her, the air mixed with his unique scent, a hint of wildness. His gaze was fixed on the manuscripts, as if every word could ignite a deeply hidden memory within him.
"These documents... their origins are too mysterious," Allison murmured, breaking the silence.
Lucas shifted his gaze from the manuscripts to her. "What should we do?"
Allison closed the manuscript and sighed softly. "The tribe mentioned here, I think we need to visit it in person. Perhaps we can find the answers you've been searching for."
"The werewolf tribe..." Lucas whispered, his gaze growing deeper. His fists clenched involuntarily, the knuckles cracking softly.
"You know, your past might be more complicated than you realize," Allison said with a hint of worry in her tone. She understood Lucas, not just as a werewolf, but as someone burdened by a heavy past.
Lucas remained silent for a moment, then nodded. "Let's go."
Their journey began at dawn, the air still holding the chill of the night. The two walked briskly and resolutely, the path ahead filled with uncertainty.
Lucas's gaze occasionally swept over the forest ahead, the interwoven shadows of the trees whispering secrets, and the dry leaves trembled softly beneath their feet. Allison followed closely behind, her hand gripping the dagger at her waist, her alertness taut like a drawn bowstring, with every step revealing the tension of what was to come.
"Do you think this tribe really exists?" Allison broke the silence, her voice low.
Lucas's eyes showed no sign of wavering. "They exist."
"If they do exist, why are they hiding?"
"The werewolf clan has many secrets, not everyone can bear them." Lucas's words were calm as water, but deep within him surged an unknown tide of emotions. His pace unconsciously quickened, trying to shake off the weight of that indescribable burden.
Allison frowned. She stopped pressing for answers but became even more vigilant. Their journey had just begun, and an unknown force was already closing in.
As night fell, a chill enveloped the depths of the forest. The air suddenly filled with an unusual atmosphere, as if invisible eyes were watching them from the dark. Lucas halted abruptly, his hand already gripping the hilt of his long knife, ready to face any potential danger.
Allison quickly caught up, scanning the surroundings with her sharp gaze, her heart racing. She sensed a hint of danger.
"Someone is following us," Lucas whispered, his tone laced with tension.
Allison nodded, drawing her dagger, her eyes alertly sweeping through the darkness. The shadows of the trees shifted, and a sudden gust of wind brought a bone-chilling cold.
In the darkness, several indistinct figures swiftly approached. Their movements were lightning-fast, offering Allison and Lucas no chance to react. Blades gleamed in the air, aimed directly at them.
With a low growl, Lucas swung his long knife, meeting the attack, the clash of blades ringing out like a piercing metal shriek. Allison quickly dodged, avoiding one blade, and retaliated with her dagger, slicing into an attacker's shoulder. Blood sprayed forth as the assailant let out a low roar.
"Who are they?" Allison gasped, her expression grim.
"I don't know, but they seem very interested in me," Lucas said, his voice deep and filled with suppressed anger. He swung his knife again, striking at another attacker, the blade slicing toward the opponent's chest like a flash of lightning.
The attacker was agile but couldn't completely evade the blow. Lucas's knife grazed his body with a dull thud. He staggered back, fear flashing in his eyes.
Allison didn't let her guard down. She quickly adjusted her position, staying behind Lucas, ready to respond to more attacks at any moment. She knew this fight was far from over.
In the darkness, more figures gradually emerged. Their movements were synchronized, as if they had undergone rigorous training. Allison clenched her teeth, an ominous feeling creeping into her heart.
"They're not ordinary attackers," she whispered.
Lucas remained silent, his eyes bloodshot, revealing the awakening of his primal instincts. The long knife in his hand showcased wild strength and fury with each swing, his body teetering on the edge, threatening to lose control at any moment.
Allison knew he was struggling to rein in his nature. Her dagger sliced through the air with speed, precisely stabbing into another assailant's chest. He let out a muffled grunt and fell heavily to the ground.
"Lucas, calm down!" Allison shouted, realizing that if Lucas lost control, things would become even more complicated.
Lucas paid no heed to her call. His assault grew increasingly ferocious, the reason in his eyes replaced by primal impulse. The foes before him were no longer just opponents; they were outlets for his inner rage.
Just then, the foremost attacker let out a sharp cry. In his hand appeared a glimmering silver object, aimed straight at Lucas's chest. Allison's eyes widened; she knew what it was.
"Silver!" she yelled.
But everything happened too fast. Though Lucas reacted swiftly, he was still a moment too late. The silver flashed through the air and pierced his shoulder. Lucas emitted a painful low growl, nearly dropping to his knees.
Allison rushed forward, her dagger accurately plunging into the assailant's neck, ending his life. The attacker fell silently, blood splattering onto her face, the cold touch sending a shiver down her spine.
Struggling against the pain, Lucas fought to stay on his feet. His breath was rapid, his forehead slick with cold sweat. The silver wound was deeply embedded in his flesh, blood seeping slowly from the injury.
"We need to go," Allison insisted, supporting him with a firm tone. She knew that staying here would only attract more danger.
Lucas nodded, though his complexion was pale, he still gripped the long knife tightly. They leaned on each other and quickly left the perilous area.
As night fell, the forest depths were enveloped in silence. Allison and Lucas temporarily stopped beneath a large tree, catching their breaths. Allison's hands still trembled slightly, but she soon steadied herself and began tending to Lucas's wound.
"Who are these people? Why are they hunting you?" Allison's voice carried a hint of anger. She had faced such attacks before, but this one felt particularly sinister.
Lucas shook his head, his expression complex. His shoulder twitched slightly from the pain, but he gritted his teeth, refusing to make a sound. "They're not ordinary hunters… they know my identity."
Allison paused for a moment. "They know? Who are they?"
Lucas hesitated before responding in a low voice. "They might be... the heirs of the bloodline." His words carried a weight of unspoken emotions, as if an ancient secret was gradually surfacing.
Allison's heart raced. The heirs of the bloodline? She felt that she and Lucas had been drawn into a far more complex conspiracy, one from which they could not easily escape.
At the edge of the forest, deep growls echoed faintly, like the awakening of hidden forces beneath the night sky. Allison's fingers stiffened as her gaze turned toward the source of the sound. Her eyes became resolute, understanding that they could not linger here.
"Lucas, we need to leave immediately," her voice was heavy, pressing down like a palpable weight.
Lucas lifted his head, pale but with a flicker of defiant fire dancing in his red eyes. He slowly nodded, his gaze sweeping deeper into the forest, as if sensing the imminent danger.
Allison quickly gathered their gear and helped Lucas to his feet. They quickened their pace, moving further into the heart of the forest. The unknown ahead did not deter them; retreat was no longer an option.