(Third POV)
~~~Bloodmoon pack~~~
The swooshing sound of the wind blew across the hallway, followed by a cough. The figure who had materialised from thin air clenched her staff tightly, blood spattering from her lips.
Her weird-looking eyes brimmed with anger and frustration.
"I told you we should wait and grow stronger before attacking but you insisted that we had to attack now. Look, we lost half of our people, and the Queen is dead yet we couldn't kill the stupid redhead." The figure's silted eyes burned brighter.
"Sister Derailed, you shouldn't blame me for this, after all you supported it. Although we couldn't end the witch's next queen, we had destroyed more than half of them. We just need to take care of the Bloodshade pack and the Chosen." The expression of the Greater Evil leaned toward the Bone witch's look.
