"We need to figure out where those bastards are or how to smoke them out. I am done with this playing cool game called waiting. " Vincent said as he hits the table with his open palms and the table groans.

Gwen rested her palm against his body as he visibly calmed down, which the rest of the primordials took as a good thing. Vince is always in control but even with him being in control, he is still powerful, they didn't want to imagine what a feral Vince will look like and if they admit their inner fear of them not being able to control Vince, it might make...