Peter paced back and forth in his study, his anger boiling over, he was beyond furious. He had spent a fortune acquiring the silver bullet laced with yellow wolfsbane, it wasn't easy to obtain it to begin with, and yet it seemed that Zech had somehow managed to survive the assassination attempt.
He had sent several assassins after him, and yet none of them had been successful, he had killed almost all, how he survived the wolfsbane, still fazed him.
The last surviving assassin stood before him, his head bowed in shame, he shivered in fear, he knew what fate awaited him being that they failed in their mission.
"I'm sorry, sir," he muttered. "We did everything we could. We shot him with the bullet, just like you instructed us to. But we don't know if he's alive or dead, he managed to kill 7 of us even in his weak state".