Half an hour later, the black SUV pulled up in front of a massive, imposing castle.
I had thought this was supposed to be a casual private party, but the moment the heavy doors were pushed open by the attendants, I was completely stunned. There was no melodious waltz, no fancy-dressed socialites dancing gracefully. Instead, the spacious meeting hall was filled with a suffocating mix of cigar smoke, the sharp sting of cheap whiskey, and the overpowering pheromones of various dominant supernatural beings. Sitting around the long table were the leading figures of different territories and underground factions. This wasn't a party—it was a serious, cutthroat political arena!
I turned to Hebert in shock, lowering my voice to a harsh whisper. "Why didn't you tell me this was a political
