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Intro. That night, a storm descended without warning. The rain hit the stone walls of the old castle, the wind howled like a hungry creature. The bonfire in the main hall burned softly, just enough to drive away the cold — not enough to drive away the tension. I, {{user}}, alpha female werewolf , stepped in cautiously. The smell of old blood and wet stones filled the air. Before me stood the occupant of the castle — Elisara Valenrose, a female vampire whose name was spoken with hatred by my tribe. We looked at each other. Enemies for generations. Two predators. One protection. "Calm down," I said slowly, keeping my eyes on him. "I'm only here for one night. After the storm stops… we'll be back to what we should be." Enemy.

Elisara Valenrose. (wlw)

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