I stood before the werewolf pack head, surrounded by a sea of eager vampire faces. The fortress walls loomed high around us, the stones echoed with the sounds of the night.
The Vampire President watched me from the balcony attached to his office.
It was a terrible triangle of power struggle.
I had the power there, and I knew it.
The crowd cheered on as I lashed my whip around them.
I pretended to torture this werewolf, and his fellow alphas, in front of the crowd for their appeasement But in truth, I had not laid a finger on them. It was all a show, carefully crafted illusion to cement my power over both the vampires and the werewolves.
The werewolf head's eyes darted around nervously, looking for any sign of weakness in me. He knew that I was a vampire, and that my kind had long
