(Third Person POV)
The moonlight cast a silvery glow over the sprawling grounds of the pack house, a grand pack house nestled deep within the mist shrouded woods. After their long journey through shadowed forests and winding mountain paths, Seraphine and her fellow seamstress hurried through the grand front doors, their arms laden with bolts of dark velvet, intricate lace, and shimmering silks. The air inside was thick with anticipation and the scent of lavender and aged leather, remnants of the preparations for the upcoming gothic vampiric birthday and the ceremony.
Seraphine paused in the living room, catching her breath as she looked around at the familiar surroundings - she had been here before. Her mind goes back to the vampire kingdom, the towering stone pillars, velvet drapes, and
