"What have your scout learned so far?" The King asked as he gazed at the massive courtyard outside his study room.
King Charles could see some of his men training with their swords and spears while the others were using their strength in hand combats. So far, his army was looking even better than before.
He was not taking any chances this time. He also thought of what his son said about the werewolves evolving. He also did not want to be caught in any surprise.
Once his son gave the signal for the war to start, he wanted everyone prepared to fight. He would not spare not even one of those hideous beasts to remain standing on this earth.
"Your Majesty, Sir Adam had returned to White Mountain Heights, but we lost trail of him after he had met with the witch." General Saxon stood in front of him, looking formidable as ever.
He had been a loyal soldier of his father, and now, he swore to serve him till his last breath.
One thing he liked about his men, they were conservative like him. They would never betray their King. They would follow him to his death if that would even be possible. They were immortals, after all.
He finally moved away from the window and stood behind his desk as he gazed at the man before him, who had never been afraid of his wrath. The general remained in his position, knowing what was to come.
"How can your men lose him?" His eyes blazed with fury, shouting at his man as his fist raised to the air as if wanting to hit something or someone. "Are your men imbecile?"
"My men were following him, but somehow, they just vanished. We believed the witch might have used some cloaking spell to hide them." The general answered him without any hint of fear in his bass voice.
Still, he stood straight before him, looking directly into his eyes. He knew then that he could not blame his men. They were working hard, but these witches were starting to become a pain in his ass.
"You said them. Who is with Adam?" He asked, slightly gritting his teeth but still calmer compared to earlier.
He finally sat down, leaning over his chair as he grabbed his cigar, enjoying the calming effect of the nicotine on his nerves. He allowed the smoke to billow around him, creating the illusion of clouds surrounding him.
But his eyes never looked away from the man standing straight in front of him. At least he had an army ready to fight for him and a son who would do his bidding.
"He was with his man, Isaac when they rode at the outskirt of the city." The general continued to report what his men gathered, but he never once moved out of his standing position.
"Where is Isaac now?" He asked, still puzzled as to where his son was.
Usually, Adam would report to him where he was going and his plans, but he had been silent since he left that day. It would seem that this was the only lead they had.
He was not worried about his condition. His son could handle any threat by himself. But still, he had to hear from him soon. He never liked being kept in the dark, especially in extreme conditions such as this.
"He is also missing until now. We assumed he was with the Prince." The general told him, which suddenly made him think.
He stood up from his chair and walked towards his collection, picking up the fiercest and largest tooth in the selection. "Do you know who this belongs to?" He looked at his soldier with eyes slightly turning red from rage.
His soldier nodded. Of course, all knew who owned the fangs in his palm. He closed his fist on it, squeezing it tighter inside his fingers. When he opened his hands again, droplets of blood dripped down the mosaic floor.
Then, he picked up the tooth covered with his blood. "I want all those beasts dripping in their blood." He stated, remembering how he enjoyed taking this tooth from the Alpha who dared to defy him.
He recalled it was in this same room, scanning around the massive space of his study. Adam finally brought the Alpha King's head and presented him on a silver platter just like his son had promised.
He returned the fang into his collection, allowing his blood to dry and stain the only reminder of his glory days. Then, he looked at his punctured skin as it healed quickly.
"My King. Just say the word, and my men and I would attack that mansion and take no prisoners." General Saxon bowed to his King, ready to obey whatever he commanded. "All of them would die, just like you wanted."
"Not yet." The King stated, suddenly, his son's words reverberated in his mind.
He could not allow his anger and hatred to cloud his judgment. Adam had a point. They still had to know their enemies before they could attack. He still had no idea about the rest of the werewolves' locations.
He only knew the Orsha Pack, the descendants of his mortal enemy, Alpha Jackson. But what about the other Packs. He could not allow any of them to escape again from his clutches.
"We have to wait for Adam. I gave him a month to find a better strategy to do this." He commanded his general to stand down in the meantime. "I hope he knows what he is doing, making a deal with that damn witch."
"Yes, Sir." His general answered him. "As you wish." He bowed again, agreeing with his command.
Then, the general stood up again, placing his arm on the side of his body, ready for whatever he would ask him to do.
"I want you to make sure that our men are ready for war once Adam returns. Still, you have to send some scouts again to the White Mountain Heights. I want to know everything that was happening around that mansion." He instructed.
"Yes, Your Majesty." General Saxon answered him. "Is there anything else, Sir?"
The King remained silent, contemplating his actions. Without Adam, his army was weak. He needed him to lead them to victory. Adam was a great strategist, and at the same time, he was the strongest of them all.
He decided to walk out of his study and strode along the hallways. His eyes gazed around him, scanning the walls proudly displaying all his victories.
"I think there is something else I want you to do." He made his general lean forward, whispering to his ears what he wanted. Although he doubted that there were spies around, he was still not taking any chances.
His general finally moved behind him when he finished giving his instruction. Then, he continued on his way. He finally stopped in front of his wife's portrait, gazing up at her beautiful face.
"What about the girl? Did his pack already find her?" He remembered the bride that he wished to have his hands on but failed.
It was such a waste that he never got his fingers on her. She would have been a good specimen for the next phase of his experiment.