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The hollow shelter beneath the earth was quiet for a few moments as rain tapped softly on the roots. Max lay on the old blanket at the floor with little Kimi cradled against his chest. He felt weak and exhausted. His body aching and trembling from the birth.
George knelt beside him, eyes glowing gold. His hand brushed over Max’s hair. “We need to move darling.” he said, low and urgent. “They’re coming and already hunting us.”
Max shook his head weakly, pale and shivering. “I… I can’t George. I’m too weak right now.” he whispered. His arms tightened around Kimi. “Please… just let me rest.”
George’s jaw clenched. He rose as claws scraped the wooden floor. “Rest? We cannot afford that at this moment Max. Not while they can still take him.” He glanced at Kimi, small and fragile against Max’s chest. “Drink from me.”
Max’s eyes widened. “No! George I can’t! You know you need your strength to fight them all off!” His voice cracked. “If you give me your blood, they’ll surely have an advantage!”
George stepped closer his gold eyes burning. “I won’t fight them alone. Not if it means losing you or him.” He lowered himself then pressed a hand gently on Max’s chest. “Trust me love. You need energy. Drink, now.”
Max shook his head violently. “I can’t! I… I won’t!”
George grabbed his face, firm but gentle. “Listen to me. I am stronger when you are alive. When both of you are alive.” His voice was commanding and unyielding. “Drink. Just enough to stand. I’ll hold them off I promise.”
Max hesitated, his hands shaking. “I… I don’t want to —“
“You have no choice!” George said. He sank a fang lightly into his palm while letting a few drops of blood bead. “Taste it. Just enough. You’ll survive and that’s all that matters.”
Max bit down as warm metallic blood filled him. Energy surged through his veins. His legs stopped trembling and his vision sharpened. He gasped, holding Kimi closer. “I can move.” he whispered.
George’s eyes never left the shadows outside. “Good. Now we run.” he said. “Just stay behind me.”
The forest was alive with movement. Shapes slipped between the trees where hisses and growls carried on the wind. Werewolves and Vampires. Both hunting and both furious.
George pulled Max and Kimi close. “Run!” he hissed. “Move fast Max. Don’t look back and stay close to me!”
Max stumbled forward holding Kimi tight. Every step burned. “I’m trying!” he panted.
Hunters lunged from the shadows and George’s claws tore through them with lethal precision. “Stay behind me!” he roared. Another attacker sprang with teeth bared. He slammed it into the mud while Max almost fell. Kimi whimpered, tiny fists scrabbling against his chest.
“Just a little bit more!” George shouted. “Keep moving! We can’t stop!”
Max nodded, teeth clenched while pushing through the pain. “I… I can’t lose him…”
George roared, intercepting another attacker. Every move of his was deadly and precise. Trying his best to protect both Max and Kimi. Mud and rain soaked them and the forest seemed endless, the hunters relentless.
Finally the trees thinned. A rocky ridge opened before them and George hurled himself and the exhausted Max up the slope. Max collapsed at the top, gasping with Kimi still safe against his chest. George crouched beside them, scanning the horizon. For the first time since leaving the cabin, they thought they were safe.
Max pressed a hand to George’s arm. “We… we made it,” he whispered, trembling. “Maybe it’s over.”
George lowered himself, breathing hard. “Not yet.” he said. Relief and caution mixed in his voice. He pulled Max and Kimi closer. “We’re safe for now. But we have to move soon.”
Then the wind shifted. A chill ran down George’s spine as his eyes narrowed. Something moved in the shadows beyond the ridge.
Silence followed and then movement. Movement too precise. Too coordinated.
“George.” Max whispered, voice shaking. “We have to go.”
George looked over his shoulder, blood streaking his jaw. “Run.” he said, eyes glowing gold. “I’ll hold them off.”
But before Max could take a step further, silver chains whipped through the air. They wrapped around George’s torso, burning into his skin. He tore one off but another followed. Then came the voices. Voices Max knew too well.
Helmut Marko, his sire, stepped forward first, his eyes cold and ancient. “Max Emilian” he said, voice sharp as steel. “You’ve disgraced our kind.”
Behind him stood Christian Horner, Laurent Mekies, Mark Webber, David Coulthard, Sebastian Vettel and the youngest Yuki Tsunoda, fangs bared and trembling with barely contained fury.
“Father…” Max’s voice broke. “Please, don’t —“
“Do not call me that.” Helmut hissed. “You tainted our sacred bloodline with a beast.”
George growled trying to break free but Yuki moved like lightning. He sank his fangs deep and tore into the alpha werewolf’s neck. The sound that followed was wet and terrible. Choking and a strangled gasp then silence.
Max froze. For a second he couldn’t breathe. Then the world tilted.
“George?” His voice broke on the name. He dropped to his knees beside him, his arms trembling as he reached for his mate. “George… wake up… please…”
There was no response. Just the shallow pool of blood spreading beneath them.
“No!” Max screamed. The sound tore through the forest, raw and inhuman. “You can’t take him from me!” He cradled George’s face in one of his hands, fingers slick with blood. “You promised! You said we’d make it through —“
He pressed his forehead to George’s, sobbing. “Please love, open your eyes. Just once more. Please.”
The bond between them pulsed weakly and then it was gone. The silence that followed hollowed him out from the inside.
Max screamed until his throat bled. His fangs cut into his lip, his cries breaking into jagged breaths. Kimi wailed faintly in his arms. The small sound lost in the storm of grief.
Helmut watched, unmoved. “Dispose the child.” he said coldly.
Sebastian flinched. “Father… he’s just a baby.”
“An abomination.” Christian added with tone sharp as a blade.
Max’s head snapped up, eyes blazing crimson. “Sebastian, please.” he begged crawling forward on shaking limbs. “You’re my brother. You raised me. Please don’t take him from me too.”
Sebastian’s hands shook. “I’m sorry, Max.” His voice cracked.
Max clutched at his coat, sobbing. “Please, don’t do this. I’ll do anything… I’ll do everything you’ve ask! Please just spare my son! Sebby! Sebby brother, please!”
Sebastian’s face twisted in pain. He pried Max’s hands free and gently took the baby from his arms. Kimi whimpered once, small and fragile.
Max screamed. “No! Sebby — NO!!!” He tried to lunge forward but Yuki’s hand slammed him back down, cold and merciless.
Sebastian turned away. His movements were slow and deliberate. Each step heavier than the last. Then came the sound — the dull but heart-wrenching crack that shattered Max’s world.
He went silent. Completely still.
When Sebastian turned back, his face was blank and pale. “It’s done.” he said quietly.
Helmut nodded. “Take the omega. Leave the rest.”
They dragged Max away. His body was limp but his eyes stayed fixed on George’s and Kimi’s still forms. His voice was gone but his mouth kept forming the same words — I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please come back.
As they disappeared into the shadows, Sebastian lingered for a moment. He looked back at the bodies left behind — the alpha and the child. His hand trembled as he clenched it into a fist.
Kimi’s small chest still rose and fell, barely noticeable. A faint sound like a breath. Sebastian closed his eyes. “Forgive me.” he whispered before following the others into the night.
The night was dying when the werewolves found the ridge.
The air still smelled of smoke and blood — thick, metallic and all wrong. The moon hung low casting pale light over the ground soaked in red.
Toto Wolff led the pack through the trees. His massive form shifting back to human as he reached the edge of the battlefield. Behind him came Lewis, Stoffel, Jenson, Nico and Nyck. None spoke. None had to. The scent told them everything.
Lewis was the first to see the bodies. He froze, his voice breaking. “Dad…”
Toto stepped forward and for a long time he said nothing. He just stood there staring at the lifeless form of his youngest son. George lay on the forest floor, blood drying around the gaping wound on his neck. Beside him, the small still bundle of a child.
Toto’s shoulders sagged. His breath came rough. “If he had only listened…” His voice was quiet but heavy with grief and anger. “If he had obeyed. If he had not lain with that bloodsucking bitch — he would still be alive.”
Lewis flinched. Jenson looked away.
No one answered.
Toto knelt beside George and brushed a bloodstained lock of hair from his son’s face. For a brief moment his expression softened, the weight of a father replacing the wrath of an alpha. “You were foolish George.” he whispered. “But you are still my son.”
He stood voice tightening again. “Take him. We will give him a proper burial. Whatever his sins, he deserves that much.”
Stoffel moved forward to lift George’s body — but stopped. “Dad” he said, voice unsteady. “Wait.”
Toto frowned. “What is it?”
Stoffel pressed his hand to George’s chest then leaned closer, listening. “He’s breathing.” he said, clear disbelief in his tone. “Barely — but he’s alive.”
For a moment, no one spoke. Then chaos broke the silence.
“Are you sure?” Nico demanded.
“Impossible” Jenson muttered. “No one survives a vampire’s bite.”
But George’s chest rose faintly again. Shallow and struggling but alive.
Toto’s heart pounded once, heavy. Then he snapped “Get him out of here. Now! He needs a healer.”
The pack moved quickly. Stoffel and Nyck lifted George’s body, careful but fast. Toto kept scanning the shadows, his instincts sharp. “Move.” he ordered. “We’ll lose him if we delay any longer.”
But Lewis stayed behind. He stood near the small unmoving body of the infant. The scent was strange — not quite vampire but not quite wolf. Something in between. Something wrong.
“Dad” he said quietly. “What about the child?”
Toto turned, his eyes hard. “Leave it.”
Lewis hesitated. “But —“
“It’s not one of us.” Toto said, his tone final. “It’s an abomination. Let the forest take it.”
Lewis looked down at the small bundle, the faint blood smearing its face. His jaw tightened. “He’s still blood.” he said softly. “Even if it’s mixed.”
Toto exhaled through his nose. “Then bury it. Do it quickly. We don’t have time for sentiment.”
Lewis crouched, hands trembling slightly as he reached for the child. He expected the cold stillness but when his fingers brushed Kimi’s cheek — there was warmth.
He froze. Then his eyes widened.
The faintest flutter of breath moved against his palm.
Lewis’s throat tightened. He glanced over his shoulder — the others were already moving and carrying George through the trees. Toto was watching but not close enough to see.
Lewis swallowed hard. “I’ll… I’ll take care of it.” he said quietly.
Toto nodded once, already turning away. “Don’t be long.”
When they were gone, Lewis looked back down at the baby. “You’re alive.” he whispered. “Gods help us.”
He lifted Kimi gently wrapping him in his cloak. The child stirred faintly, a soft sound escaping his lips. Lewis felt his chest tighten with something between pity and fear.
“You shouldn’t exist.” he murmured. “But neither should George still be breathing.”
He looked toward the dark forest where the pack had vanished, then back at the tiny face nestled against his arm. “I won’t tell them.” he said quietly. “Not yet.”
The wind rustled through the trees as Lewis turned and began to walk, the weight of the secret heavy in his chest — of a child who should have been dead but wasn’t.