Rim's POV

It was a grand meeting in the coven and rituals were held steadily, stuff were getting titillating. Suddenly my heart skipped and I froze in apprehension. I took a quick sips from my glass, containing some sweet white blood. Awfully I knew something roguish wanna happen. I sighed irritatingly listening partially.

"Whatever fate is heading towards our route is fucking impossible" I shrugged off the thought keenly.

There was bloody silent that rolled over the coven. Geez, what's that?. I touched my nostrils to be sure of what I'm perceiving.

Garlic!!!

Wait, who on earth would've brought that ugly smelling things to the coven. I rolled my eyes,...