The soft, electric hum of the gala had just reached its peak when a jarring shift rippled through the ballroom. The music, a lively waltz, seemed to stutter, then fell silent, leaving a sudden, uncomfortable void.
Enchanted lights flickered erratically, casting longer, distorted shadows that danced with the sudden tension. Murmurs, initially hushed, grew louder, morphing into a collective gasp as the crowd parted, revealing a figure stepping onto the grand, raised stage at the far end of the hall.
It was Mayor Kael, a formidable werewolf known for his imposing presence and unwavering commitment to Summerset’s peace. Tonight, however, his usual confident stride was replaced by a grim determination. The very air seemed to thicken, pressing down on the revelers, and the easy glamour of the
