Lucas returned to his castle. He limped into the castle grounds which looked ancient and creepy. But the castle was magnificent. He had a lot of wounds, blood oozing out from internal injuries. Trynor's attack had left him exhausted, plus Max's attack had gone so crazy that he had to suffer severe injuries."Guards... guards get over here!" he shouted in a low voice. Two of his loyal bodyguards came to Lucas who had almost collapsed in the hallway of his vast castle."King... Are you alright?" asked one of his bodyguards."Quickly... take me to the bathroom, and ...." Lucas stammered. The pain in his chest made him grimace continuously. Especially when he spoke, the sting of his internal injuries made him have to hold back twice as extra. "Prepare fresh blood in the bathtube!" he continued while squeezing the chest."Yes, sir!" he said. Another bodyguard helped Lucas to the bathroom.Fresh blood was already in the bathtube. His shirt was off. Slowly Lucas entered the bathtube filled w

At Alex's residence. He, Ursula and John were gathered together. Alex stood by the window staring out the lightless window. The sky was jet black, the semicircular moon perched alone without the company of a single star. A glass of red liquid that was half full was gulped down bit by bit from the glass in his hand. Ursula sat back as well while savoring the fishy, pungent-flavored liquid. She had already finished two glasses of the red liquid taken from the villagers' livestock. John, standing by the door. Head bowed. "Have you mobilized our men to search for the werewolf and the scented blood woman, John?" asked Alex without turning around. "I have, sir, they are searching for information on the whereabouts of the boy and the girl!" "So what's the result?" This time Alex looked seriously at John. A deadly gaze like a lion about to eat its prey. "N-nothing yet, sir!" said John fearfully, his head lowered even further. He dared not look Alex in the eye when his master was