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The days quickly turn to weeks, which then turn to months. Alaric watches as Willow becomes stronger, her magic becoming part of her. Every day he watches in awe as she seems to master more and more of her magic, writing it down faithfully in her grimoire. Things settle down, the local werewolves and witches meet and talk about what Alaric had discussed with Willow and Zander. They know that soon, they will need to have that meeting; the meeting which could either get them all killed or save them all. They just need something, just one little thing, to show the vampires that it’s worth it and it will work.

Alaric smiles at Willow as she sits with Azalea. He catches Willow’s eye and winks.

“I’m kind of bored over here, would be great to have some way to keep myself entertained.” He slouches back in the chair, Azalea turning and looking towards him with a devious smile.

“Alaric,”