The Watcher Watching from Shadows

The next morning, Alaric felt the residual tension from the previous day still lingering in the air. He knew he had drawn attention with his actions, but the time for subtlety was over. The lines had been drawn, and any move by his enemies would be met with overwhelming force.

As he made his way to school, he sensed a subtle shift in the atmosphere, as though eyes were watching him from the shadows. This wasn't unusual, given the current situation, but Alaric's senses were sharper than ever. He could pick out the slightest fluctuation in auras around him, distinguishing between humans, vampires, and werewolves. Today, the town seemed to hum with hidden energies—something was brewing beneath the surface.