Six people appeared in a dimly lit room, they were all cloak in all dark dresses. The women among them looked beautiful in their black flowing gowns as they gracefully took their seats. They were of different species gathered together in one room.
"Why are we here, Remus?" One of the ladies asked, looking at her finger. She was beautiful, tall and her long pointed ears accounted her beauty more. The lady was an elf, fair, with her hair so white as snow. She was Alea, head of the elven coven.
"We have a big situation on ground Alea, there's trouble." The one called Remus said with a grim look.
Remus was a werewolf, he was a handsome, well - muscled man. Remus was the leader and head of his pack, and he was also among the Seven.
"What trouble?" Another added, this one was Emmett. He was a strong and the oldest vampire, he was no doubt handsome with his long hair packed in a cute ponytail.
