ONE HUNDRED AND SIX

~ Wyatt ~

I walked into the club, Levi at my side, and immediately felt the familiar thrumming energy of the place. It was a hidden gem, a sanctuary for witches, demons, and other supernaturals who couldn't blend into normal society. The entrance was unmarked, tucked away in a grimy alleyway, but once inside, it was a different world.

The club was dimly lit, with flickering candlelight casting eerie shadows on the dark, worn walls. The air was thick with the scent of incense and something metallic, a reminder of the power that simmered just beneath the surface. The space was a maze of alcoves and nooks, each filled with beings that would have sent a shiver down the spine of any ordinary human. Witches huddled in whispered conversation, their eyes flashing with arcane knowledge. Demons lounged in corners, their eyes glowing faintly in the low light, each one exuding an aura of danger and power.

The main floor was a mix of the elegant and the macabre. Luxurious velvet couches and leathe