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The castle hall glittered, a fragile peace held between two thrones. Steve, the Werewolf King, stood solid in silver-trimmed black, while I, the Vampire King, waited in robes of deep crimson. Our alliance had stunned both courts into silence. I raised a crystal goblet, my voice a smooth, carrying whisper. 'Let us celebrate the virtue of trust.' Steve's answer was a low rumble that seemed to vibrate in the stone underfoot. 'And the strength of unity.' Polite applause filled the air, a sound that suddenly felt thin and distant. Because beneath it, the atmosphere had changed. It tightened, charged with a current that had nothing to do with politics or pageantry. My ancient senses, and Steve's primal ones, sharpened as one, drawn inexplicably away from the glittering crowd toward the shadowed…