Charles had planned in how to take down the werewolves slowly and slowly as he took over the clan as the new leader. He ruled with an iron fist, and his laws were strict and unforgiving. He believed in a strict hierarchy where only the strongest survived, and he imposed strict rules to ensure that only the strongest and most powerful vampires thrived.
Under his rule, the clan members were forced to train harder and longer, and they were pushed to their limits to ensure that they became the strongest and most powerful vampires. Many of them were injured or killed during training, but the younger brother showed no mercy. He believed that the weak had no place in the clan and that only the strongest deserved to survive.
As time passed, the clan members began to realize that the younger brother’s ruling was not all that good for them. They began to see the flaws in his system and the injustices he was perpetuating. They started to feel oppressed, and their once strong and united clan was beginning to crumble.
The younger brother’s thirst for power was insatiable, and he wanted to expand his territory and increase his influence. He started to impose harsher laws, and those who opposed him were swiftly punished. The once happy and united clan was now in turmoil, and the members were living in fear.
Despite his harsh rule, the younger brother believed that he was doing the right thing. He thought that his laws were necessary to ensure the survival of the clan and that the weak needed to be weeded out to make way for the strong. The Clan members couldn’t do anything about it, their past leader was gone and no one ahead to support them. They had to go through with all this untill they find a solution or a way out.
Charles had been stalking the werewolves for days he also insisted that he go with his vampire hunters he arranged to hunt the werewolves at it will give him lots of joy.
Charles had chosen his targets carefully. He started with the weaker members of the pack, picking them off one by one. He would wait until they were alone, then strike quickly and silently. He would drain them of their blood and leave their bodies where they would never be found.
At first, the Phoenix Pack didn’t notice the missing members. They assumed they had gone on a hunt or had gone off on their own for a while. But as the days went by, more and more werewolves disappeared without a trace.
The pack started to panic. They knew something was wrong, but they couldn’t figure out what it was. They searched the woods for any signs of their missing pack members, but there was nothing to be found.
Meanwhile, Charles continued his hunt. He was methodical, patient, and precise. He knew he had to be careful, as the werewolves were known for their keen sense of smell and their ability to track their prey. But Charles was a master of deception, and he knew how to cover his tracks.
As the days turned into weeks, the pack became increasingly worried. They had lost too many members to ignore the problem any longer. They held a council meeting to discuss the situation, but they couldn’t come up with any answers.
It wasn’t until one of the pack’s strongest warriors went missing that they realized they were dealing with something much more dangerous than they had initially thought. This warrior was known for his size and his strength, and his absence was felt by the entire pack.
The pack went into high alert, knowing they were dealing with a powerful enemy. They set traps and patrols, trying to catch whoever was responsible for the disappearances. But Charles was too smart for them. He was always one step ahead, and he continued to take down the pack members with ease.
Finally Morgana took it upon herself to find some information. She requested for anything that belonged to the missing warrior.
The Luna of the pack, Morgana, was troubled, even Marcellus her mate. One of their most skilled warriors, had gone missing for several days. Despite the pack’s efforts to locate him, he remained nowhere to be found. Morgana had a deep sense of foreboding that something had happened to him.
One night, after consulting with the pack council, Morgana decided to perform a spell to locate the warriors body. But she needed something that belonged to him, something that could serve as a link between him and the spell. She decided that his clothes would be perfect for this purpose.
Morgana called for the warrior’s mate, Willow, and asked her if she could provide his clothes. The mate, who was also deeply concerned about his whereabouts, immediately agreed to help. She brought the clothes to Morgana, who thanked her and began to prepare the ritual.
The ritual took place in a clearing in the forest. Morgana lit several candles and arranged some herbs and crystals on the ground. She then placed the warriors clothes in the center of the circle and closed her eyes.
She began to chant softly, calling upon the spirits of the earth and the sky to guide her. She visualized the warriors face, his strong body, and his determination. She felt his energy flowing through her, and she knew that he was there, somewhere but she couldn’t tell if he was still alive or dead.
As she continued to chant, the wind picked up, rustling the leaves in the trees around her. The moon shone brightly overhead, illuminating the clearing with its silvery light. Morgana could feel the power of the magic growing stronger and stronger.
Suddenly, she felt a jolt, as if something had grabbed her by the heart. She gasped and opened her eyes, and she saw an image in her mind’s eye. It was Warriors body, hidden in a deep forest.
Morgana knew what she had to do. She thanked the spirits and the warriors mate.
Then she told her mate Marcellus, ” I know where he is”.