Twelve

I woke up early the next day, my mind already set on what I had to do. I needed to find a way to get into the Order of the Phoenix Hunters. These were the specialists in killing supernaturals for centuries, and I knew they could help me get my revenge on Keith and his vampire accomplices. But to do that, I needed to gain the trust of Gerald, their leader.

I got dressed, packed my bag, and headed out. As I drove, the worry of being followed kept nagging at me. What if Derek or Marcus were on my trail, trying to stop me from getting to the hunters? I shook off the thought and continued on my journey.

When I arrived at the hunter's hideout, Deaton was outside patrolling the area. He spotted me and walked over, looking puzzled.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" he asked me.

"I need to see Gerald. It's urgent," I replied, trying to sound as convincing as possible.

"Is everything okay?" he asked, his eyes scrutinizing me.

"I need to tell him something," I said, meeting his gaze.

"Okay, I can