In a large room, illuminated by a lamp covered with a lampshade on a coffee table in the middle of the room with a dim light as though its battery was on the verge of running down. The large room was some sort of living room and kind of opulent.
Two figures were present in the room, a figure sat on the plush sofa, with a tab in her hands, it was a feminine figure, and she had long hair, as the tab screen light shone to reveal her face, it appeared to be Silvia, her gaze was as cold as ever, with head raised proudly.
A figure stood behind her, it was also a feminine figure but looked like a lady, with short hair, she wore a pantsuit, standing attentively like a bodyguard.
Suddenly multiple voices chorused from the four corners of the room.
"Good evening Young Mistress" they chorused, their voices sounded senile and sparse like they were some sort of old men, although their faces weren't revealed.
"Good evening" Silvia replied, her legs crossed, her hands resting on them while holding the tab.
"We, the Moonblade Clan, will give you our full support in your ascension as The Hunters' president," one said from the first angle of the room.
"Hmmmph, Hypocrite" another muttered in disdain from the second angle.
"Watch your mouth! You pig fang clan" the first retorted.
"We, the Silverfang Clan aren't like you Moonblade Clan, you are a bunch of hypocrites," the second said in defense.
"You are in the presence of the acting President of The Hunters, how dare you speak curtly?!, We, the Silverleaf Clan will always be the most loyal Clan in The Hunters' lineage," Another said from the third angle, his voice was kinda shaky like he would slumped dead any moment.
Meanwhile, Silvia kept scrolling across the tab she held, she knew each and every one of them was two-faced old men, they didn't mean any words they said.
"Young Mistress, let's commence the meeting" the lady behind Silvia bent and whispered to her.
"Sir Silverfang, as you are the one in control of the media, what do you have to say about the matter at hand" Silvia said coldly.
"Umm.. we will get everything in control..." Sir Silverfang said with a voice slightly quivering in the shadow of the room.
"When? If it gets out that werewolves exist, you know the consequence, don't you?" Silvia said threateningly glaring at a particular angle of the room.
"Y-yes" Sir Silverfang stuttered from the angle Silvia glared at.
"You should do your work well, Silverfang, the news of the disappearance of people is already on the media, you should have prevented it from getting out," Sir Moonblade said from the first angle, his tone sounded gloaty.
"I'm sure I haven't asked for your comment on this matter, Sir Moonblade" Silvia turned to the first angle and said.
"I-I'm sorry, young Mistress" he replied quakily.
"B-but, young Mistress, I heard you aren't assigning hunters to Crescent Moon Lane anymore, pardon us the Moonfang Clan for asking this, but is there any reason?"
A senile voice asked from the fourth angle, it seemed he was waiting for the right moment to speak. Silvia gave him a cold sidelong glance.
"I feel the other locations need more protection," she said.
"B-but you are the next in line..., We can't afford you to be attacked, and what about the people in the neighborhood?" Sir Moonfang from the fourth angle asked.
"As you all know, I have a bodyguard, May is more than enough for the whole street," Silvia said.
"Young Mistress, you flattered me" May, the lady behind Silvia said and smiled sheepishly as if embarrassed.
"I-if you say so" Sir Moonfang replied
...we will continue to hunt down werewolves as many as possible until they are eradicated from the face of the Earth" he reassured.
The Moonfang Clan is based on the hunting and eradication of werewolves at night.
"We, the Silverleaf Clan will continue to try our best in the research and production of jabs needed for the hunt," Sir Silverleaf said smugly.
Silvia gave an irritated expression at the mention of the hunt. The Silverleaf Clan was a clan based on scientific research and the production of anti-werewolf drugs they also had gun manufacturing companies, and they supplied the Moonblade Clan with guns and silver bullets for hunt.
"This meeting is concluded then," Silvia said and rose, she walked to the door to leave, May following her lead.
Numerous noises broke out among the clan leaders as they spit words of abuse at each other.
Silvia didn't mind; she opened the door and went out. Standing at the front of the single-story mansion in which the meeting was held, she gazed up at the evening sky; it was cloudy.
Silvia was dressed in a stylish beige trench coat over a white top, paired with black pants and trendy sneakers. She continued gazing at the cloudy sky as she pocketed her hands in the trench coat.
"What is it, young Mistress" May asked a hint of concern in her voice, donned in a black pantsuit, her short black hair tied back, the suit revealed an ample portion of her generous bosom as well as her curvaceous body, nonetheless she looked quite agile like a veteran militant.
"Will I be able to protect him?" Silvia asked still gazing at the cloudy sky.
"That is a tough question" May replied and heaved a sigh.
.... It seems Sir Moonfang is already catching on"
"May, since you're also from Moonfang Clan, do you think we could fool Sir Moonfang?" Silvia asked, still not glancing at May.
"We might, but I don't know how long we will be able to" May replied.
"I know your feelings for the boy haven't changed, but...
May stopped, short of words, perhaps she didn't want to say what would end up hurting Silvia's feelings.
"Let's go," Silvia said. Immediately, a sleek black car—with its doors opening upwards like wings—pulled up in front of them. Silvia stepped forward confidently, her eyes fixed ahead, while May followed closely behind. They both slid into the car, the doors closing smoothly behind them, sealing them in a cocoon of silence and determination. The engine roared to life, and they sped off.