An Army

“Gentlemen…gentlemen. And Elder Lady. We are here to raise arms against the Holy Clan who have allowed an abomination to rise to power. Two in fact! My last intel provided that Prince Bradford was in Lycan form fighting song side his bride.” One of Anika”s attendants spoke up.

“The Coming Sun has risen. You all know what that means for our kind! We will walk in the light of day! How could we fight her!” The Elder Lady spoke against him. “I have a duty to our kind to protect them. Imagine when the sleep comes…it doesn’t! Instead we conduct ourselves whenever we like. The productivity alone is worth this imagined betrayal.”

“How can you speak such things? We cannot know what the consequence of that will be. You want to protect our kind then we take out the brat team out of the race!” Another kinsman exclaimed.

Agitated, the Elder Lady spoke against him, “The last time I checked I was the only one leading this Clan. What I decide will be final. Anyone who wishes to fight against this