Luther
Fuck
Fuck fuck fuck.
How did they get in?
I look around, the fire, the flames, Dorian and his Partner Sable walk out of their house "What the fuck is this?" Dorian asks.
I am trying to stay focused. I am searching for their scents.
The coven is a large estate.
They could be anywhere.
My senses are on high alert as I scan the area for any signs of intruders. The flames that dance through the courtyard cast eerie shadows, and I catch a glimpse of Nathaniel's sinister smile. This is a deliberate intrusion, and I can feel the weight of his threat.
"Dorian, Sable, stay close," I instruct, my voice firm as I assess the situation.
The coven's security has been breached, a concerning breach of our defences. I can't shake the feeling that this is a direct message from Nathaniel, a declaration of his power and intent.
