The night was still, the heavy air thick with anticipation. The party was in full swing, a cacophony of voices blending with music, laughter, and the subtle scent of magic that hung in the air. Vampires lingered in dark corners, their eyes gleaming like predators; witches moved through the crowd with an air of power and purpose, their spells sparking and crackling in the dim light; werewolves prowled near the edges, their senses sharp, as though waiting for something—or someone—to make a move.
I stood by the edge of the dance floor, trying to make myself as small as possible. The swirling colors of the lights above and the weight of countless eyes on me made my skin prickle. It was clear I wasn’t supposed to be here. I was human. A mix of curiosity and dread churned in my stomach. It was
