Wulfric sat in the dimly lit VIP lounge, drink in hand. His amber gaze scanning the crowd for any signs of danger.

The rugged features of his face were set in a serious expression.

Despite the pulsing beats of the music and the chatter of the club-goers around him, he remained focused and alert, his mind always on the lookout for the next eldritch threat.

For Wulfric, the hunt was never over, and the safety of those around him was always his top priority.