Alpha King Silas
I stood in the corner of the room, observing every detail of what was being called a "historic moment." The dim candlelight cast shadows on the faces of representatives from various factions, but I knew they weren’t here for peace. This was about power and strategy, as always.
Before me stood a man with a calm yet calculating posture. His pale skin, too flawless, resembled marble carved to perfection. His dark eyes held a cold glint that pierced through anyone who dared to meet his gaze. Virgil Vissarion—the vampire introduced as their representative. He appeared to be in his early thirties, but I knew he was far older than that.
“Of course, you must be the renowned Alpha werewolf,” Virgil said, his voice laced with sarcasm, breaking the tense silence. A faint smirk tug
