Lucas's gaze locked onto Lucine's, a mix of shock and gratitude. "Lucine... why did you save me?" Lucine's expression softened. "We may be enemies, but we're still werewolves. I won't let you die if I can help it."
With a swift motion, Lucine ripped off Lucas's helmet, revealing a deep gash on his forehead. Rosalind rushed over, her gloved hand glowing with healing energy.
"Let me help," she said, her voice gentle. Lucine nodded, and Rosalind placed her hand on Lucas's wound. The healing energy flowed, closing the gash and restoring Lucas's strength.
Lucas's eyes cleared, his gaze darting between Lucine and Rosalind. "Why are you doing this? We're on opposite sides." Lucine's voice was firm. "We may disagree, but we're not monsters. We'll always choose compassion over cruelty."
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