Strategies.

Time passed and curiously, my grandfather and his pack were particularly silent.

Greg, Chad, Aïcha, Vangard, and I met often to talk about the secret we all shared. For Greg, it was better like that. Only a few of us knew what was going on behind the scenes. And he had said it in his own words, " It was better only we knew the details of this case" especially that we had among us, the great sage of the witches, the leader of the Alliance, a member of the tribe hunters, the master of vampires and me, a particular crossbreed of lycans and alves.

We sat in a secret location in the vampire territory Vangard had chosen for our meeting as he watched Chad with an undisguised appetite.

" Hide your intentions, dear duke, otherwise it will be a problem."

Aïcha had spoken surely while Vangard cursed.

" Well, let's get down to business. You need to know the truth about the attacks that Capital City suffered and the intentions behind them. We must stop this threat before it destroys us d