AZRAEL
It's minutes past 2 in the morning, hours since today's meeting began concerning the emergence of lab-manufactured Lycans that are unstable and a threat to all the plans I've been plotting for my revenge since the dawn of time.
The worst part is that Alpha Ziba and his conspirators have fled since the incident at Wilderose Manor, and now it's been close to impossible to locate them.
Almost as if they have some kind of invincible accomplice on their side capable of evading me completely.
I haven't been this irritated and agitated in a while, not since a six-foot dagger was launched into my chest and my fate to suffer was sealed a millennia ago.
"I suggest that we send out a team, trace their movements through families or people they've been in contact with for the past year, and hunt them down, turning over whatever mountain or hill that's in our way if we have to," Eros suggests sternly, the idea of complete eradication.
