Luner strife (J The Lone Wolf & racheal_aymar)

Setting: The year is 2112 and the place is the northern part of the Eastern Freehold of Texarkana.

Story: The city of Analise has been ravaged by war and violence from rival factions of werewolves for the last 6 years. Two members from serperate houses have wandered into the abandoned section of the factory sector. They become involved and find out that they are from two houses that if united could improve their standing and ensure a better chance of survival when the war ends.

But can they convince their houses that uniting would benifit both families together before the fighting tears them apart?

Racheal sneezed loudly at the acidic scent of sulfur and smoke that filled the factory complex. It was almost pitch black inside, but most of that was from the ass that covered the windows after a recent string of fires. It was her job to come here and clean up the mess. She was supposed to destroy the bodies, kill any that resisted, and accept any willing to submit to Mark Aymar's authority. Having an alpha as daddy was always interesting, as was being in a war. It reminded her why the curse existed, "May you live in interesting times."

With a groan, she shrugged her tired shoulders and easily pushed aside the body of a larger male to inspect for cause of death. It looked like a bullet and she chuckled. She smelled no silver in the wound. Her enemies were weaker then she'd even dared hope for. Still, it felt far too likely there were still untold dangers in this hellish place, so she loosen the sheath of the blade at her back and pulled out a pair of leather gloves, the knuckles embedded with a stylized silver inlay. She used to wrap blade's hilt, but recent war had taught her that minor acid burns on her hands through the gloves would be far better then having someone wrench the foul sword from her hands. It was certainly the archetype of a double edged sword.