Eyes alight with battle rage, Bianca stood beside other strong Daybreakers. Facing these fighters stood a group of Nightworld vampires and witches. The two sides had been picking each other off and now they would fight fairly. Or so the Daybreakers thought.
The Nightworld had plans; They were there to kill the Fourth Wildpower and send the world into their rule when only three remained.
With no warning the enemy charged forth, bolts of lightning sent before them. A few hit the Daybreakers but nothing serious. The forces of good hurled themselves forward. The battle had begun!
Bianca shot balls of flames at the vampires fighting her, with devastating effects. She punched, kicked and faught with all her powers. She could not lose this fight!
Ryan was never far away from her, protecting her from those who tried to sneak up to the Wildpower. But, he could not watch her back all the time...
A gunshot sounded and all turned as Bianca Volpe, once leader of the Wolfsbane Clan fell to the ground, blood trickling down her chest from the wound in her heart.
With a cry of anguish Ryan rushed to her side, kneeling down by his Soulmate. This could not be happening!
The Nightworld agents, having done what they set out to do, fled the scene, leaving the Daybreakers to watch the next events.
"Bianca" he whispered softly, fear engulfing his body. The werewolf's eyes flickered open slightly and she forced a small smile
"Ryan...I'm sorry. I failed" she mumbled, speaking as best she could through her agonising pain.
"Hush, it's not your fault" he said in a pleading tone
"I failed to stay alive for you but I did what I set out to do" she muttered "The prophecy came true; the Nightworld lost this fight. And, in killing me, they think they will win the war. But no; the prophecy told of one who could fight instead of me"
"Who" he asked through his shameful tears.
"You"
With this final word Bianca Volpe, Leader of the Wolfsbane Clan, Daybreaker, the Fourth Wildpower and Soulmate of Ryan Voltaire closed her eyes for the last time.