Dark Plans Brewing

Elder Shananel Ritchell smashed the edge of the wooden table of his temporary desk. The sound of rough pants resonated inside the lavish room. The parchment in her hand had long been torn from the claws that protruded into her half-transformed werewolf arm. Veins popped around her forehead and neck as her predatory eyes gleamed in the darkness of the room she was occupying.

Three sets of eyes looked at the seething Elder. The two others were wavering as they cast their heads down, too afraid that the Elder’s anger would be lashed at them. While the other one remained calm as his eyes remained fixated on Elder Shananel. His gaze held a sense of familiarity with the scene he was currently witnessing as of the moment.

“Where is the messenger who delivered the letter?” Elder Shananel’s voice was guttural as if she was only withholding herself from shifting.

Axel Crescent, Shananel’s self-proclaimed apprentice, answered curtly. His tone was sharp and his words were precise. Gone was the