(Juriel)
The evening sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the sky in hues of crimson and deep violet, dousing the grounds of my palace - a hauntingly magnificent castle that housed centuries of secrets within its cold, ancient stones. I had been drawn into the grand game of alliances and power plays, a realm in which I was just beginning to assert my authority as Queen of the Vampires. Today, however, held an unusual significance; it was the day of training, intended to strengthen our bonds with the werewolves.
Axton, their formidable King, had agreed to lead a session. He had grown in stature from mere rival to a necessary ally against a mutual threat - the relentless hunters who prowled at the edges of our existence. They had come, a pack of strong werewolves, ready to brush against
