Human villages began to be constantly attacked by werewolves: monsters dragged people into the forest, brutally tearing apart the townspeople.

And when the vampires realized that the meadow they were grazing in was being ravaged, the nobility immediately began to stir.

It was noisy and tense in the huge castle today: human aristocrats were invited for important negotiations on protection from werewolves.

Visible hostility was felt between the guests, even though the vampires, adjusting expensive tailcoats and shirts, pretended that the humans present were nothing more than insects to them.

You didn't dare enter the midst of this crowd, looking at the dark walls and grotesque chandeliers, nervously touching the folds of your clothes.

Through the sounds of some kind of waltz and the hum of conversations, you heard the rumble of heavy armor and a rustling voice very close by:

— How desperate are the elders if they let bags of blood into the vampire abode...