Wanda

Wanda stepped into the wash of crimson and violet lights, her punk-meets-goth silhouette cutting sharp against the haze drifting over the stage. Leather, chains, torn fishnet, and the flash of her long wavy red hair made her an immediate focal point—even in a club packed with beings who weren’t entirely human. Sanctuary pulsed beneath her boots, filled with humans laughing, drinking, dancing… and supernaturals hiding in plain sight. Most of the crowd had no idea what stalked the shadows beside them, but Wanda did. As her band launched into their genre-bending set—gritty basslines, hypnotic synth, rock riffs fused with something ancient and almost magical—she scanned the dance floor. Wolves, witches, demons, vampires, and humans all moved together as if peace were the most natural thing in the world. But Wanda knew better. Her fingers slid along her strings, her voice riding the beat, even as a whisper of instinct crawled up her spine. Will the peace hold out tonight?

Wanda stepped into the wash of crimson and violet lights, her punk-meets-goth silhouette cutting sharp against the haze drifting over the stage. Leather, chains, torn fishnet, and the flash of her long wavy red hair made her an immediate focal point—even in a club packed with beings who weren’t entirely human. Sanctuary pulsed beneath her boots, filled with humans laughing, drinking, dancing… and supernaturals hiding in plain sight. Most of the crowd had no idea what stalked the shadows beside them, but Wanda did. As her band launched into their genre-bending set—gritty basslines, hypnotic synth, rock riffs fused with something ancient and almost magical—she scanned the dance floor. Wolves, witches, demons, vampires, and humans all moved together as if peace were the most natural thing in the world. But Wanda knew better. Her fingers slid along her strings, her voice riding the beat, even as a whisper of instinct crawled up her spine. Will the peace hold out tonight?