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Back at the department, I immediately called for a search party, detailing the creature's description from the young witch's account. As I spoke, a sinking feeling settled over me. A creaturethat could overpower a witch, a creature with fangs and dark eyes. it seemed impossible to track down.

My premonition proved correct. The search yielded nothing.

Chapter 22 - Elena Vargas -Mystic Vale

Alexei

Dread gnawed at me as I explained my conversation with Ana to Evelyn. She’d filled me in on the coven attack and the chilling description of the creature with empty eyes… it all pointed towards something… unnatural.

"A banshee?," Evelyn whispered, her voice laced with disbelief. "Are you sure it's not a rogue vampire?"

"I wish," I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "But you know our kind wouldn't break the code like that, not with the treaty hanging by a thread."

Ana had suggested the banshee theory the night before, and while it felt like a long shot, I was grasping at straws. Harmony Grove had a fragile peace, and this creature threatened to shatter it all.

"I have to go to Mystic Vale," I declared, the decision forming in my mind. "It's a long shot, but they might have answers there."

Evelyn frowned. "Mystic Vale? That's… dangerous."

I knew she was right. Mystic Vale was a place shrouded in mystery, rumored to be a haven for rogue supernaturals. But at this point, I was desperate.

"I can't stay here and wait," I said, my voice firm. "Someone needs to find out what's going on."

Evelyn hesitated, her eyes filled with concern. But she understood the gravity of the situation. With a sigh, she nodded slowly.

"Alright," she conceded. "But be careful, Alexei. And call me if you find anything."

I leaned in and kissed her forehead, a surge of warmth flooding through me despite the bleak circumstances. "I will," I promised. "And you… stay safe here."

The drive to Mystic Vale was long and arduous. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the deserted highway. As dusk settled, a sense of foreboding crept over me.

Pulling into a gas station just outside of town, I refueled the car and grabbed a coffee. The attendant, a grizzled man with weary eyes, eyed me curiously.

"Headed somewhere interesting?" he asked, his voice raspy.

"Mystic Vale," I replied, needing to quench the gnawing curiosity that burned within me.

The man's smile vanished, replaced by a grimace. "Mystic Vale, huh? You sure you know what you're getting yourself into?"

His words sent shivers down my spine. "What do you mean?" I asked, a knot of unease twisting in my stomach.

"Let's just say they're a different breed in those parts," he muttered, his voice low. "Not exactly friendly to outsiders."

His words increased my apprehension, but there was no turning back now. I thanked him for the coffee, climbed back into the car, and continued on my way.

Mystic Vale materialized from the darkness like a phantom town. Dimly lit streets, buildings shrouded in shadows… it exuded an unnerving atmosphere. Parking the car, I stepped out, the crisp night air biting at my skin.

Silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the distant howl of a dog. A strange feeling, a prickling sensation on the back of my neck, told me I was being watched. I glanced around, searching for the source of the feeling, but saw nothing.

Suddenly, a flicker of movement in the alleyway across the street caught my eye. A small figure, a boy no older than ten, darted out, his face obscured by the shadows. He looked terrified, his eyes wide with fear.

Before I could react, he vanished back into the darkness. What was a child doing out alone in this place at night? And why was he so scared?

I hesitated, torn between curiosity and caution. But the boy's fear gnawed at me. Maybe, just maybe, he could be the key to finding what I was looking for. Taking a deep breath, I crossed the street and headed towards the alleyway, determined to unravel the secrets buried within the heart of Mystic Vale.

The alleyway was a dark, narrow passage, the stench of garbage and decay assaulting my senses. I crept forward cautiously, my eyes scanning the shadows. The boy was nowhere to be seen. Had I imagined him?

Suddenly, a muffled sob reached my ears. Following the sound, I found myself before a rickety wooden door at the back of the alley. Light emanated from a crack beneath it, casting faint streaks across the uneven cobblestones.

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