Lucian's POV

"Are those damned witches ready for the meeting, Jeremy?" I questioned the young wolf kneeling before me in the dimly lit room filled with rusty old chairs, tables, and a bookshelf. "Isn't that what you came to tell me?"

"It is, My lord" He replied with caution. "They're all waiting in their coven. It seems they intend on performing a rite before letting us in."

I bursted into laughter. "Hahahaha... They're still as untrusting as ever. They seem to forget that I'm immortal. Their spells can't even touch me."

"They're witches, My Lord. They know nothing about the prowess of a Werewolf" Jeremy stated.

I snorted. "Don't compare...