A Moment of Rest

The black car moved smoothly through the darkened streets, its sleek form barely noticeable as it cut through the shadows. Inside, Alaric leaned back against the seat, his eyes half-closed, feeling the weight of the evening settle over him. The heads of the Hangrove Clan leaders were neatly stored in a heavy sack beside Gilbert, who sat calmly in the front seat, eyes focused on the road ahead. The mission had been a complete success, and Alaric had made sure that the message was clear to all who dared defy him.

But now, his mind was elsewhere—on the mansion, on Lucy, on his family. There was a momentary peace in knowing that one more threat had been eliminated, but Alaric understood all too well that this was only a temporary reprieve. Tomorrow, another challenge could arise. That was the nature of power.