Harold

After I had left the entertainment room, I took a quick shower and grabbed a cup of coffee. Before heading to my study, where I needed to do some paperwork and prepare for the phone call I would be having with my brother, Lupus' father. He needed to know that his son, my nephew was alive. When the housekeeper had stayed after the plane accident and everyone believed them to be dead, I asked a favor of her. I had asked her to make sure nothing ever happened to Lupus. I knew that I could trust her, that she was loyal, by how she stayed even after all her colleagues left. She proved to know what was best for a grieving boy. Upon my visits, he seemed genuinely happy. Although he figured I was just a stranger, some businessman of his father's company, and never paid much attention to me. Which was fine by me, I was just there to check and make sure he was still breathing. Knowing my identity would have just complicated things. He needed to be of age and having met his first love to be incorporated into what his destiny was to be. As I and my brother were told by the prophecy. Lupus was the key. It was a great hindrance finding out he had gone missing and we had assumed perhaps he had been killed. We had all grieved, my brother especially. Only to find out a little too late that he was a vampire. Well, I knew this information. I mean I was the one training kids with special abilities and of all species. I had to be sure he was properly buried if he had turned out to be dead when I sent Liam on the hunt for him. He had produced me a fully-fledged vampire but I could deliver that news to his parents, no problem. Not like they would totally flip at me for not taking better care of their son in their absence, easy peasy.