Realm of Power: Werewolf vs Vampire
And before my eyes, it shifted—stretching and folding until delicate, translucent wings emerged.
A figure formed within the glow, small but regal, her presence unmistakable.
“Wanda?” I whispered, stunned.
The fairy princess landed gracefully on the damp floor, her wings scattering faint particles of light. She looked out of place in the cell—too radiant for a world built on despair. But her expression was grave, her usual mischief replaced by determination.
“We need to talk,” she said softly.
I blinked, barely believing what I was seeing. “Why are you—”