In the darkest hour of the night, just before dawn. A lone figure walked briskly, her red eyes flared like the burning coals of the gateway to the underworld. Her heavy boots picking up so much sands, as the night breeze moved her long weaved hair to the side making her look like a force to be reckoned with. One could tell even in the dark night that the girl was on a mission, and it wasn't one for peace. She was on her way to kill. Kill for the sake of her people.
Iva knew very well that a turned human needed a time for transformation, and it was at that point they were weakest. If she could find the man and kill him then, she would be very happy. So, at the moment she made her way to his manor, ready to finish what Kael had started. There was never going to be peace until this man who had killed her kind was six feet under. She was like a war dog, she didn't let go once she bites even if she was dying Iva was ready to go down to hell with Ryver.
