Mia’s Pov

The room darkened as Kalazar began his ritual, the air heavy with the scent of burning herbs and something far more sinister. I watched, helpless, as he stood before the vertical beds where the unconscious werewolves and vampires were strapped, their bodies limp and vulnerable. A cold dread washed over me as I realized what he was about to do.

Kalazar lifted his hands, chanting in a language that sent chills down my spine. The torches flickered, and a dark, swirling energy began to gather in the center of the room, hovering above the helpless bodies. The energy coalesced into a black orb, pulsating with malevolent power, and...