CHAPTER 21

Somewhere in continent jago

A round table, with six chairs around it, five of the chairs had been filled and the last was empty, which was unusual, there had never been an instance where the one meant to occupy that chair had ever been late, not even by a minute, as he was always the one here before them all.

it had already been thirty minutes since these five had been here, which means somethings happened, something unexpected.

"Ahem, it seems we have to start the meeting, without six." said a figure situated at the head of the round table, or at least that's how it looks.

SLAM

"what do you mean start?! Six isn't here and we are starting? That guy doesn't have a reason for this and yet none of you say a thing!" five said, his voice loud and bold as he slammed the table in a fit of rage, he stood at a good seven feet, towering over most of the world's population, making him a giant, especially with the muscles situated in all the right places.

"Sit down five, were here for something very important, as six isn't here, we will have to go on and later look into what happened with him!" said four, a slender figure, atop a mask on his lower face, and glasses that were circular and tinted, he looked more intelligent than brutish.

"Don't speak to me four, this guy knows how important this meeting was, and yet he had the nerve to not show, does he think he's better than us! I suggest we send someone to bring that silver head here, such a thing as not attending the meeting has never been done, so why go further now!" His voice loud and clear as everyone in the room looked at him, five, was more battle intoned than anyone of them, yet he wasn't the strongest of them, second to the only one that spoke at the beginning, watching his antics.

"If that is all it is, then I am sorry to announce, six is dead." said three, as he spoke up, even five watched him in silence, six being dead means there is someone out there that could get past his pack, even the immortals, and most especially, his daughter, the same question was in everyone's mind as they looked at him.

"who, killed six." two said, slim like four, the exact same body yet the aura they gave was familiar to eachother yet different.

"I am still unsure of the exact details, but if what I heard was right, he's dead, and ripped apart." three says as he looks over at the one person that hasn't spoken, looking deep in thought before looking back up.

"This matter, four, do you want to handle it or do I give it to the twins." One said, her voice elegant, and body was one that most men die for, but none here, not even four, wanted to get on the wrong side of this figure, known as one.

"Hahah I will take it, whoever could break through that mine of a pack, and brute of a niece is someone worth my time, but if he's just a spineless coward then he might just die by my hand." five said and was about to continue when three interupted him.

"That man, is dangerous." three says

"so am I." five says.

"Back to the matter at hand, there were sightings of over 20 lycan corpses at one of the caves in jago and more from that, there's something else that I've been informed," she pauses before looking at everyone around the table.

"lycans are going missing, since the beginning of last week throught jago, more and more of our scouts have been milled no matter how many we send and worst of all, that bloody crazed wolf that rides with the lycans is no where to be seen." she says.

"It wasn't a shock that since the beginning of the sixth millennium, there has been very strange movements from both vampires and witches, yet for there to also be movements like these in our kind is unacceptable, six, who is presumed dead, assured us that the seventh of us, their kind was wiped out but the sightings of this crazed wolf and its survivors, has put this wolf as the same kind as our seventh who had refused to rule, nor fight, nor have a need to amass a pack." four says,

"the seventh is only in tune with the netherworld, and doesn't show interest in anything else, so much so that none of us had ever seen a full scale battle with even one of their kind. if this, wolf, is one of our seventh kind, then what if the death of six was by his hands." two says.

Three stares at them both in disbelief, the intelligence both these wolves have is higher than anyone else in the room, and for them to come up with such a hypothesis that doesn't sound like the impossible makes him think there is some truth to it.

"if what you both say is the truth, then we are in a fit, as if this man I know is the one that killed six, and also the crazed wolf that lycans submit to...then five, I suggest you do not go alone." three says looking at five, who scoffs

"I will be fine alone, there is only one who surpasses me, no pup shall block my path." he says looking at one.

"Take one of your immortals with you, this should not be a problem will it, five." One says as she stares at him, He looks at her before sighing.

"sure." he says, as everyone knows now that one is the only one that can control him, and his outbursts.

After a few more matters concerning their packs and how they should take care of different situations happening in their businesses in each others locations, the meeting ended.

"Five, stay back." One says, with an aura that pierces most of them knowing that she must be angry, they all stand and leave except five who sat there looking at her.

Once they had gone, she stands and walks to him, sitting down on the table just beside him, and stares him in the eye,

"Be careful, Amon." she says standing and sitting on his lap, putting her hand on his face.

"I will, Orla." He says, this time his voice was calm, unlike before, and he hugged her.

The reason why she could control him and his outbursts, was because they were mates.