To Marry a Monster
The sound waves vibrated with supernatural power, carrying his scent and his agony across the neutral zone.
Richie pulled out his phone, his eyes wide as he recorded the performance. Within minutes, the rustling of bushes and the sound of heavy footsteps signaled the arrival of local rogue wolves, low-tier enforcers, and nocturnal predators, all drawn irresistibly by the emotional weight of the music.
“Bravo!” an old rogue called out, his eyes glowing in the dark. “Your music really touched my heart. Are you a professional musician from the high courts? What’s your name?”
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