Brandon gave another smile as he turned to Eleanor now. She only nodded, not sure why he seemed particularly happy. Not that she cared a lot about Esmeralda, but well, Brandon seemed almost ecstatic.

Some time passed, before the body was returned. As per Brandon's order, it was never brought in, and he went out himself to inspect it.

It was a sickly bluish green, half of the hair cast away, the eyes open wide in surprise. He nodded, taking in the face. Through the entire color of death painted across her face, he could still point out Esmeralda.

"It is she, alright. Bring me a messenger lycan to locate...