Chapter Thirty-three: Alaric

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE (WAXING CRESCENT)

Chapter Thirty-three: Alaric

The moon hung silently on the black sky. Aside from that, no stars are out for the night, making the whole sky look like an empty canvas—a void.

A tall, gothic palace built far, far away from where the werewolves lived, stood in between small houses surrounding it. Streets were long and wide, connecting one street to another, like a spiderweb. The candles illuminated each house, giving a yellow-orange hue to each window.

Inside the palace, deep in the throne room, there sat a young-looking man. His face was pale, eyes red as blood, and face as cold as winter. No emotion could be seen on his smooth face, like a stone statue frozen in time.

The face known by every vampire, whose name could make them tremble from fear and exhilaration.

The ruler of the vampire, Alaric.

Next to him, the elder vampire who keeps an eye on their ruler when h