The following morning, New Haven was still under a blanket of uneasy tension. The whispers of sickness and the unexplained deaths were beginning to circulate, and George knew they were running out of time to act before fear gripped the community. Something had to be done about the succubus, and it had to be done fast.
Inside the war room, the core members of the council gathered: George, Raven, Lucy, Jackie, Althea, Marcy, and Frank. The room was filled with a sense of urgency as they sat around the large wooden table, discussing their next move. Everyone was tired, but determination radiated off each of them.
Althea's calm voice broke the silence first. "We know she's targeting George directly. We can use that to our advantage."
Raven, standing near the window with her arms crossed, gave a sharp nod. "We bait her. George acts as if he's vulnerable, alone, and we let her think it's the perfect opportunity to strike."
