The Meeting Continues

Clive gritted his teeth before he forcefully grins, "Yes, you do not want to anger the big bad wolf now, do you bloodsucker? Wolves bite big time, and that would be precious. You know what, maybe I should just do it. Maybe that will help you get a brain on that container on top of your shoulders?" He said with a playful mockery.

In reality, Clive really wanted and was ready to jump on the blonde blood-sucking monster, reap off the Vampire's head.

Of course, werewolves were known to be so impatient, but Clive was more tolerant at this time. Sadly Myles got pissed off faster than anyone could expect.

Miles's eyes turned black, and in a blink of an eye, he disappeared from his original position and appeared in front of Clive. He intended to really cut off Clive's head.

"Stop," Someone said with the command that Myles could not refuse. It was from Melvyn.

Melvyn lazily got between them. They could each other physical harm holding them off by their neck, "As much as I enjoy seeing fights, this is not a good time to look for entertainment. We have some serious business to take off right now, so behave both of you," He said in a bored tone.

After that, Clive and Myles could only glare at each other.

Then all of them continued to the conference room where they met. The witches were already quietly seated as they waited for the vampires and Darrell to arrive at the meeting.

While waiting, they were chatting casually among themselves.

The alphas that were there in the morning were with the witches in the room except for the alpha from the silver pack who had left, saying that his pack was small and could not risk losing any of them to the war that did not concern him.

While the other alphas had agreed to help immediately, they had. It was a hunter who had done so.

When the vampires came in and sat on the chairs that had been reserved for them on the left side of the table, the witches were the ones next to the vampires, and opposite the vampires were the werewolves.

The witches did not have any serious issues with the vampires or the werewolves, so they were always placed between the two groups so that they could stop fights in case one rise.

Well, more like the blood oath spell that the Witches did between other Supernaturals were enough for them to be at peace most of the time

Else, the consequence of such a spell could not be underestimated.

**

Basil was talking to his son, who was still kneeling beside his dead mate's bed.

"Son, I have arranged a meeting with the Council. They are in the conference room waiting for you." Basil told his son softly.

There was no way he could not feel pity for his son's current appearance.

Darrell's eyes looked red, bloodshot from the devastation and crying. Why not? His mate was still in a coma while his unborn child was gone.

For him, not yet turning into a rogue werewolf was already commendable.

"Why did you call for a meeting? You know how much I hate those meetings. They are always chaotic. I just want to stay here with my mate.

At least you could have asked for my opinion," said Darrell in a booming voice.

Even though he might understand the real reason for the Council Meeting, Darrell would still prefer to stay with his mate.

All he wanted at this time was for her to recover. Heck, he even endured and chose to stay beside her despite wanting to hunt down whoever caused her to be like this now.

Basil shook his head before he released a heavy sigh, "Darrell, the Council needed to know this. When I looked at Katharine's wound, it was very familiar. Then it hit me. Such type of wound can only be made by a hunter's arrow. Not only that, the arrow was made with a special silver component that we don't have any information about it yet. The only hunter clan that uses that kind of arrows is from the Arawn hunter clan." He spoke carefully, despite that his eyes were held anger that could not be ignored.

Darrell stiffened, "What? So it was the Arawn clan?" He asked, trying to recall the hunters from that clan. The more he does, the more his body shakes uncontrollably from the anger. "They must die! All of them should die!" He declared as he stood up as if about to dash out of the room.

Immediately, Basil covered the door using his body, "Darrell, stop! You need to rein your wolf!

Wanting them to die was easier said than done!" He shouted, to which Darrell growled.

"Stupid, son! Submit!" Basil yelled with alpha command.