In the Vincent’s mansion, the family council and the meeting got postponed, and the matriarch was fuming in her chambers, sitting across from Kira and Jenna with her grandchildren, Lucien and Fitz, beside her. They were having the meeting in a very different room compared to the last ten times. The tension in the room was so thick, the matriarch and her grandchildren all had a pissed expression on their faces, but the same could not be said for the visitors. Kira and Jenna had tried to break Bella out of the Vincent prison almost a year ago, but they had been unable to do so due to how tight the security was, and they had learned that they had no means of breaking into the prison without the matriarch, because she would be needed to unlock the door. One year. That was what it took them to build a plan and convince their parents to give them forces whenever they request them, but they have tried to do it through other means, which is through meeting, and now they are in the elevent

Jenna and Kira were closely behind the matriarch when she stepped into the basement, where three men stood guard in front of a vault-like door. The three men greeted the matriarch in unison, and then they turned to the ladies behind her with a curious expression on their faces as they tilted their heads to the side in unison, which was quite eerie but not to the two ladies who had come across things more eerie than that. Jenna stared at the three of them with curiosity also, mirroring their expression, while Kira had a blank expression on her face, although it was her first time seeing them, she had heard about them numerous times in the past. The matriarch moved past them to the vault. Jenna and Kira couldn't see what she was doing from behind, but they had a vague idea that the information they had learned about the door to Bella's prison being impossible to open without getting to the matriarch first was actually true. “Too much security for someone who barely committed a crim

Damien paced the front of the council members’ meeting hall with his hands held behind his back and with a document in it. He watched as the door opened each time a council member was coming in and taking up a seat until the empty seat finally got reduced to one, as it has always been for a little over a year. A painful incident that would never leave his head, no matter how much he wants it to, and the other council members don’t understand why. Damien doesn’t blame them for not understanding, after all, the both of them have been so sleek in their affairs that nobody was able to catch up on them. But he had no intention of revealing it to them, they would debunk it as a dumb and maybe a weak reason for wanting to hunt that demon, when in reality, it isn’t. He cleared his throat. “I am here to inform you all about something that I just discovered yesterday,” he said, raising the document above his head. Some of the council members stared at the document with curiosity, while the

Orca got over the shock that had made him rooted to the floor in no time, and he swung his battle axe backwards again, hoping to meet some resistance and cut through flesh, but it didn’t go that way. He cut through the air once again. He let the inertia of the swing turn him one hundred and eighty degrees to see that Alaric had increased the distance between the both of them once again. He tilted his head slightly to the side, a calm, bored expression on his face. “Seriously?” he questioned. "You want to be treated the way those beasts in there were treated?” He gestured his head towards the gate behind Orca. Orca dashed forward, swinging his axe the moment he was close to Alaric, hoping to pull him into a fight, but Alaric kept jumping backward at the last second to evade the attack, making it seem like he was vanishing. Orca paused and placed the battle axe on his shoulder, staring at Alaric with a frown, every single move reminded him of someone he never thought he would come

Alaric studied Orca as he walked past him to pick up the body of Cain, his team member. He placed the body on his shoulder, bearing the burden alone instead of giving it to his beast, which was more suited for it. It was Orca's way of punishing himself for his decision to pick the mission in the first place and have his second-in-command and best friend killed.The situation might have turned out to be different if he had decided to pick someone else. He let out a deep sigh and turned to face Alaric, “If fate is kind, I hope that we never cross paths ever again.” Alaric didn't say anything in response, instead he simply watched all of them walk away in silence. Silence. The first one in over a year. He was used to hearing sounds, no matter how little it was, but right now that wasn't the case. The world was silent.There was no smell of blood around him any longer, and no dead body lay around him. He couldn't smell any bloodlust in the air. The only thing he could feel was th