Army of Shape - Shifters

It's been more than four years since Maxmillian and Amelia heard a word from Grace Monroe and her son Alexander, ever since they left Maxmillian's, house angrily. They had left the house Maxmillian gave to them, and sent him back the documents and papers of his property via a mail carrier.

Although Maxmillian had the hunch that they would be back, he never thought it would be in the most dangerous of ways.

"How many have you gotten so far?" Grace asked her son Alexander. Coming out of a dark empty room, where just one bed was kept.

They went back to the house where they stayed before they went in search of Maxmillian. The house was not as huge as that of Maxmillian, but it was enough for both of them to plan thier evil deeds.

Alexander was in the city room, sitting on a soft sofa, crossing his legs, as he sipped wine into his mouth. He watched his mother coming out of the room with her robe untied, looking almost naked.

"Two hundred so far." Maxmillian answered. "What about you?"