In a secluded part clearing deep into the forest, where sunlight barely pierced through the thick canopy above, a small building stood, which was a meeting place for leaders of vampire clans, werewolf packs,witches and other supernatural creatures.
The structure, made of aged timber and stone, exuded and air of ancient power.
Inside the meeting hall, tension hung thick as the leaders of the supernatural beings waited several minutes for the one person to arrive.
"What's keeping him? We've been waiting for a long time," Alpha Garrick, leader of the Blackmoon pack muttered, frustration evident in his voice.
Zephyra, the fae queen, sat gracefully at her table,her fingers idly tracing the intricate patterns on the wood.
"Patience Garrick. He's known for his punctuality. Something must have delayed him," she replied, her tone soothing yet firm.
"More like spending time with his new lover," Thallion, one of the alphas mocked.
