Crowned by the Moon, Rejected by the Alpha.
The whole room shifted, almost like the darkness was thick enough to chew.
That’s when his creatures began slinking out from the cracks—ghastly things, never touched by sun or moon, more bad idea than living being. They whispered and hissed and slithered, crawling so close the air itself felt soggy with malice. Front of the pack, his prize pet: a wraith, face nothing but a yawning black pit, shrouded in wisps of living smoke.
"Master," it rasped, sounding like a bad wind through a cemetery. “Did you call?”
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