Author's Point of view

With neon lights casting colourful reflections on wet pavement, the muffled bass of nightclub music echoing down alleys, and the never-ending drone of traffic, the city hummed along in its usual nighttime vigour. It was a city teeming with the interconnected lives of supernatural beings and humans, each playing their part in the precarious balance of coexistence.

Standing in his office on the 45th level of the Steele Corporation building, Marcus Steele looked out over the skyline above it all. His piercing green eyes looked past the glittering lights to the shifting shadows that endangered his pack and his legacy, even though the cityscape was framed...