At the Night Coven…
Ursula was teaching a group of small kids to do spells. It was one of the things that she loved to do when she was not busy managing the coven as the current Witch Head.
She watched as the kids concentrated while they sat with their legs crossed, forming a circle around her. Ursula was not worried about them making any mistake as she was teaching them easy and safe spells for now.
"The chant is, Phasmatos Tribum, Melan," Ursula started to explain, "if you want to quicken the growth of a plant, say it carefully and properly. Now take the plants and repeat after me." She instructed.
The kids stood up and did what they were told. Each of them collected the plants in a carton beside Ursula and went back to their original position.
"Now repeat after me Phasmatos Tribum, Melanz," She said as she held a plant. "Remember that you have to concentrate. Remove all other thoughts on your mind and only think about the spell." The plant that Ursula was holding bloomed and produced a purple flower.
When the kids saw this, they became excited. They immediately started the incantation of the spell. All their plant bloomed, producing flowers of a different color.
Ursula looked at the kids proudly.
However, her happiness was cut short when Theodore, the elf that was her servant, came running towards her.
The children that she was teaching started laughing at the elf as he accidentally tripped on his legs, causing him to fall.
Because of this as well, the phone that he was holding rolled down to the feet of one of the kids.
"Theo! You should be careful." One of the children said. The girl was probably around ten years old and did not see Theodore as someone lower than her.
Theodore's shyly nodded as he hurriedly got up to his feet.
"Clive wants to talk to you, Ma'am. He is on the phone," Theodore said as he reached the telephone that was offered by another child. He then handed it to Ursula.
Ursula frowned. She was wondering why the Lycans would call her. "What do I owe the pressure?" She asked immediately, her tone laced with clear impatience and annoyance.
Clive coughed before he spoke, "Good afternoon, Ursula. How have you been? It has been long before I last saw you-"
"Would just cut the formality? Why did you call?" She demanded, cutting Clive off.
Ursula heard Clive release a very heavy sigh before he spoke seriously, "Okay, as you wish. We are requesting an urgent meeting. Our Katherine has been attacked this morning, and Basil has ordered an immediate meeting so-"
Before Clive could even finish speaking, Ursula had already hung up the phone. She never liked the Lycans, but peace must be maintained.
"Prepare for a trip, Theodore," Ursula commanded to the elf before her gaze shifted to the children. "Kids, our training session will end now. Remember to continue practicing once you go home, and for your homework, you will learn a new spell for our next class." She instructed. If there is a fight, she is not sure when she can teach them again.
She went back to her office and called her assistant Cecil and some of her close mates. In less than ten minutes, everyone had arrived.
There was no need to wait further, Ursula cast a spell, and in the blink of an eye, they were outside the Blood Moon pack gate.
Ursula just hoped that the meeting would be over soon.
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At the Northern Mountain...
Inside a big mansion that is in a valley in the northern mountains, three vampires are seated on the throne chair. The room has magnificent and exquisite high chandeliers. The room was designed with Greek ancient architecture style.
In front of the three vampires, another two others are standing before them as if being judged.
"Lord Melvyn, we are here to report a crime that has been done by the witches." One of the men said. He seemed to be the leader of the group and is called Jasper.
"And what is the crime, Jasper?" Melvyn asked. He was a very handsome vampire, sitting in the middle and on the highest seat among the three.
"They have harmed one of us today at dawn," the door of the throne opens, revealing a wounded male vampire. He has black blood oozing off from his wounds. The two other vampires helped him reach the throne.
"My lord, he was out hunting but was suddenly attacked by the malicious witch," Jasper said dramatically.
Melvyn hummed in acknowledgment, "Jasper, what is your relationship with the victim?" He then asked.
"He is my brother, sir," Jasper replied respectfully.
"What was your brother doing on the witches' land, if I may ask?" Melvyn asked casually.