In the resplendent banquet hall, a group of impeccably dressed members of high society chatted and laughed.
They stood in little clusters of three or five, champagne or red wine in hand. Every one of them wore a false, hypocritical mask, creating an atmosphere of warmth and harmony.
On the dance floor nearby, couples danced gracefully.
Suddenly, a tall, handsome man frowned, a trace of unnatural pain appearing in his eyes.
His dance partner noticed at once and hurriedly asked in a soft voice, "Darling, are you feeling unwell?"
The handsome man did not answer.
He stopped moving and stared blankly at the beautiful, gentle woman before him. The corner of his eye twitched.
Dark red blood streamed from his nose!
His partner was terrified. "Darling..."
Before she could finish, the handsome man opened his mouth and let out a pained howl. His hands curled into claws as he violently tore apart the clothes he wore, exposing a hairy chest.
Sharp claws had visibly emerged from all ten of his fingers.
That was not all. The handsome man's face rapidly darkened, his ears stretched and sharpened, coarse bristles pushed out from beneath his skin, and his eyes turned entirely blood-red.
His partner had originally wanted to support him, but her face went pale with fright. She screamed and instinctively backed away.
By the time people around them rushed over, the handsome man had already collapsed to the ground, convulsing without end as he revealed the form of a werewolf.
At the same moment, in an upscale restaurant not far away, a couple sat in a private room, whispering sweet nothings as they enjoyed their meal.
The woman giggled coquettishly and raised her glass. "Honey, happy birthday!"
The next moment, her smile froze on her face.
The hand holding the glass