Inside a dark room, a man was standing near the window staring into space lost in thoughts, or rather pondering about something he was yet to understand. He took a deep sip of the red drink he was holding before he reached in and grabbed his phone from his pocket. Dialling some numbers, it only took two rings and the other person received.
"Who is she?" Alaric asked taking another sip from his glass, his eyes glowing with a hidden glint.
"I don't know either," The other person replied.
"Playing games with me, Finn? That's a dangerous choice. I know you and Zander are up to something." The room temperature dropped as he almost crushed his phone under his palms. Though he was sure his brothers would not mess with him, the situation before him said otherwise.
"What happened?" Finn replied after a few seconds of silence.
"I couldn't compel her, and you know only a few people like that exist. How is it possible?"
