The joyful thudding of the drum of war filled the air as everyone chatted anticipating what was going to happen.
Each strike of the drum vibrated through bone and marrow bringing everything to life. The sky above looked gloomy and sad but the people under it were happy. Some people held their flashlight serving as light as the night was fast approaching.
Right in the middle of this celebration stood Marcus adorned in ceremonial accessories and a black robe that was covered in silver runes. A happy smile on his lips as he scanned the sea of pack members around him. One could almost feel the wave of excitement emitting from him. Today was the day he had been preparing for for such a long time. He'll finally get his hands on the last white witch. The ritual required blood and he finally had a reason to kill Isla and use her blood to complete the ritual. He knew that he could use any other blood but he wanted to get rid of Isla as he was already bored of her.
