In darkness, two figures peered from the massive bay window. Rain and grey clouds covered the sky, with thunder rumbling in the distance.
"My lady, it seems that he clashed with those filthy undead."
The beautiful silver-haired werewolf spoke with a calm and clear voice.
'After all, Wilhelmina is the most talented spy.'
Wilhemina's hands firmly grasped behind her back as she lowered her head. She wore a customised French maid outfit that rustled with her movements.
"Are you certain, about his partner not being that bitch of a dog?"
'If he went there with Nikita, is it because he went to the south with me?'
'No! It cannot be—he wouldn't do that to me...'
In a large black leather seat, with red cushions. Selene's red eyes shone in the flash of lightning.
A sharp gaze and frown revealed in the momentary glow.
"My lady, our people from the club say it was a woman, with feline characteristics."
"What?!"
