Evelyn sat in the dimly lit study, her fingers tapping nervously on the edge of her chair. The room was lined with old books and dark wood paneling, giving it a sense of weight and tradition. Her father, Viktor Blackwood, and her grandfather, Gideon, were seated across from her, their expressions serious as they listened to her recount the encounter she had earlier in the day. The atmosphere was thick with tension.
"… and when he summoned it, the air turned icy, and the shadows seemed to stretch out toward him," Evelyn finished, her voice trembling slightly as she recalled the aura of power that had radiated from Alaric's familiar. "It wasn't just any creature. It was the Shadow Sovereign—the one from the old werewolf legends."
Viktor leaned back in his chair, his brows furrowed. "The Shadow Sovereign? You're absolutely sure?" he asked, disbelief tinging his voice.
