Anastasia ran out of the house at full speed, still holding at her neck and core, gasping for air,
She jumped into the car and barked at her driver to take her to her uncle Darien.
By the time they pulled up at his place, she was shaking, furious and humiliated, the first thing she did when she slammed the car door was scream as she walked into Darien's house,
"I hate her! I hate him! And I want them all dead"
Her uncle put a hand to his mouth and hissed for her to keep her voice down, seeing her scream that she wanted the alpha of the pack and the leader of the entire New Port territory dead sent shivers down his spine, he knew that that in itself was a death sentence.
Darien looked at her with sheer concern, he recognised the power Rafael held.
"you must not say such things out loud" he quietly said to her.
"I dont care, I want them all dead" she snapped back with her fingers digging into her palms.
"Ana, Rafael is not just the leader of the Night Bane pack, he is the controller of the New Port territory and every supernatural being within the territory, wolves, vampires, mystics, banshees, hollows, EVERYTHING…he possesses so much power, you cannot just have him dead" he said, like a man reading from a ledger of dangers.
"Okay then can that little bitch die instead? I hate her so much" Anastasia spat,
Darien's smile was slow and dangerous. "Now that is definitely something I can do" he smirked.
"I told you I would look into everything about her and tell you how to handle this, well…" he said as he pulled a massive file from his cabinet and tossed it to Anastasia,
She skimmed the file with her eyes burning with curiosity and so much hateful venom.
"Her name is Isabella Faulkner, she is the daughter to Janice and Caesar Faulkner"
"Wait, Faulkner as in…" Anastasia started.
"Yes, that Faulkner" her uncle Darien replied, folding his hands together.
"their ancestors moved to New Port in the 18th century, Elijah Faulkner fought hard at the time to become the leader of the Night Bane pack but he failed, no one is a match for the Voss bloodline, he was killed and his brother at the time Mikal Faulkner swore they'd never be a part of the Night Bane pack and so they reclused and remained a family pack, THE FAULKNER PACK…hundreds of years passed and they continued like that, every leader was from their family and they remained small"
Anastasia folded her lips in curiousity. "If they were that important, why did they fizzle out and become so insignificant, poor and wretched?" she asked,
Darien's face grew pale,
"15 years ago, 5 years after Isabella was born, her father and the leader of the Faulkner pack at the time, Ceaser Faulkner vanished and no one ever saw him again, he left the pack vulnerable, many ran out of New Port, many died but his family remained in New Port, his wife Janice married that idiot Victor Faulkner, they had two children and have been in New Port ever since" he explained,
"You havent explained why they are so insignificant" she pressed.
"Victor is a foolish man, he took out loans from Rafael and was disloyal a lot of the times and you know Rafael, once you owe him, he will take EVERYTHING from you…Victor practically sold his soul and pack to Rafael and although they are not a part of the Night Bane pack, they are still fully under the control and jurisdiction of Rafael" Darien said, the contempt in his voice was plain.
Anastasia's eyes narrowed. "I see, so how do we kill her? She is an omega, it shouldn't be that hard" she remarked,
Darien tapped the file, a slow satisfied sound let out. "Its simple, we use a mystic" he said,
Anastasia's brow creased. "But she lives in the foyer, WITH Rafael and Mystics are conniving creatures, like the vampires, they cannot enter a home unless invited in by a resident of the home" she said, reasoning through the barriers of impossibilities.
Darien smiled that dangerous smile again, he seemed so sure
"I know, I have a plan…like you said Anastasia, Mystics are conniving creatures" he smirked
Anastasia felt the blood in her veins heat up waiting to hear the promise her uncle would make to her on how he would take down Isabella, she reveled at the possibility of all that could be, she leaned forward to her uncle who was speaking, she was so hungry for the detail.
He paused in that moment, savoring her reaction, then leaned in and said,
"Rest assured my dear Ana, by this time tomorrow, the girl will be dead" he smirked again.