VICTORIA

Leaving behind the underground city, the sewers, and the eerie tunnels, we reached a distant part of the forest.

Perched on a hill, we could see the impressive black city in the distance.

The fortress sat high on the mountainside, overlooking everything beneath it.

Nothing escaped the Lord’s gaze.

The first circle of walls protected the capital’s werewolf pack. The outer ring housed the so-called “disgraced” vampires.

They were treated more like slaves than anything else.

Doing the heaviest, dirtiest, and most grueling jobs for scraps of food.

That was the state of this realm.

“Come on, Rousse.”

Shielded by the advancing night, we slipped into the trees.

We ran like two fast-moving shadows, dodging occasional patrols, always on alert.

But just when we were about to slip past the fief’s borders, we hit a serious problem.

“There’s a werewolf camp set up.”

Perched in a tree, we watched the white tents from afar.

Hidden among the thick foliage.

My eyes scanned the warriors.

“That