PEACE#90

TWO MONTHS LATER. 

Everything was calm now. No war, no enemies, no witches, and most importantly, no Zack. He was still locked up in our basement, where we could keep an eye on him. He was still regarded as a threat. He was strapped to the wall by those silver chains. If he tried to move, the chains would literally fry his wrists. That was the only way to stop him.

He had gone on a rampage, almost destroying the vampire and werewolf communities. He had made his wolves attack us, and he had paid the price drastically. He had lost many people that day. I had also lost some vampires, but I still wasn't happy. None of that would have happened if he had stayed put.

After he had bitten me, I had gotten exasperated, and I had leveled up. I had beaten him into a