"Yes," They all bowed, still staring at him.
"You will have to do it yourselves, there's no maid, guards, or any wolf in DRAVEN that's going to betray their pack for you again," He continued, while he pointed to three of the cloaked figures.
"You'll be doing the job, I want no mistakes, a single slip or you do not get the job done, I'll make sure I unalive you all myself,"
The three cloaked figures he pointed at stiffened, their spines panicking straight.
"Yes, my Lord," they chorused, though a tremor ran through the tallest of the trio.
The leader took a step forward, shadows clinging to his cloak like an extension of himself. His presence swallowed the air in the room, making it difficult to breathe. The fire dimmed slightly, as if it were bent by his command.
"You will find the child when Aria is most vulnerable," he said, voice like grinding stone. "She has grown fond of the moon baby — protective. And Lilith is too raw, too consumed by what she's done to suspect this."
