Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 280: Last Member

{Vampires’ Main Council Hall}

"The decision is final, then!" Javi said with a smug smile on his face as he continued to speak. "In retaliation for the death of Lord Masdaw, we’ll be attacking to kill a Werewolf lord!"

"Two! If we can manage it!" Rasha said under her breath, but still loud enough that no one in the hall would miss it, considering their phenomenal sense of hearing.

"Still, we need to be careful!" Hayna added, with Dravio nodding his head gently to show his agreement.

"All we need to figure out now is who exactly we’ll be killing!" Lord Mooza chimed in, and instantly, everyone’s gazes shifted to focus on Vazer, as if they had previously concluded that he would be the one to make the choice.

Especially after what had happened to his family—which had been agreed upon as the work of the Werewolves—it was clear that no one else could make such a decision.

"Lord Vazer should pick!" Javi declared in a somber tone, which made Vazer, who had been leaning his head on his left hand, raise his gaze slightly to look at them all without focusing on anyone in particular.

The rage inside him was still immense, and pretending that he didn’t want to leap across the table and tear Javi’s head off his shoulders became harder with each passing second.

His red eyes were darker than before as he fluttered his eyes closed, almost as if lost in thought, before opening his mouth to speak to no one in particular.

"You want me to pick?" he asked, his voice hoarse as he spoke, his gaze still fixed on the intricate patterns on the table, which he couldn’t tear his eyes away from in a bid to keep his temper in check.

"Yes! It’ll be best if you did," one voice responded.

"Of course!" another added.

"Definitely! I have nothing against it!" others chimed in one after the other, showing that they would completely support whatever his choice was.

But they were still speaking when Vazer felt a slight vibration in his pocket, which could only have been from his phone.

His gaze darted up slightly to slide across the table, not the least bit surprised to see Javi sitting in his seat with one hand on his phone as he also spoke, agreeing that the choice should be left entirely to Vazer’s discretion.

Vazer nodded, even as he dug his hand into his pocket to retrieve his phone.

He glanced at it, focusing on the newest message he had just received, telling him what he already knew:

{If you want her to remain alive...you know who to pick.}

Any other day, in different circumstances—when he hadn’t been completely ignored and abandoned by someone he had assumed had his back—Vazer might have hesitated or at least thought of a backup plan to ensure that the person he had partnered with would be fine.

But this time was different. He simply opened his mouth to speak with a blank look in his eyes.

"For the attack to have happened that fast, it definitely has to be a very strong Werewolf," he began, his tone cold and measured.

"...with infinite resources and a hatred for me. I’d have picked Eldric, but still...let’s go with Cain!" Vazer announced, to the slight shock of the others seated around the table.

Lord Dravile was the most shocked, along with Hayna, who looked more excited than alarmed.

"That’s a bold choice!" Rasha pointed out, her red eyes widening slightly in surprise as she toyed with her red hair, a slight smile on her face as she looked at Vazer, who didn’t meet their gaze. He simply leaned back into his chair with a dazed look, waiting for the meeting to be over.

"Great choice!" Javi responded with a light clap, a look of excitement in his gaze that he didn’t even bother to hide as he vigorously clapped his hands.

He would have gone as far as to get to his feet if it wouldn’t have looked out of place, considering the somberness that descended into the atmosphere after Vazer spoke. freewёbnoνel.com

"The question is when!" Rasha had just spoken when Javi’s gaze instantly became extremely sober. Gone was the grin that had colored his face.

"Now!!! What else are we waiting for!" Javi gasped like an excited kid who could no longer wait to open his presents, looking at all of them, wanting them to instantly agree. But the others simply looked at him as if he had completely lost his mind.

"Nightfall is good!" Lord Drevile spoke up, though a slight crease of worry could be seen between his brows as he spoke.

It was already bad enough that they were attacking Cain, who they had all received reports about—his beast was like nothing they had ever seen before. The fact that everyone was intent on instantly going ahead with the attack without adequate planning worried him.

"We’re six Lords!!! Unless he has help, there is absolutely no way that he’ll be able to win against us!" Rasha declared in a confident voice, and Hayna agreed with the same fierce look on her face.

They clearly wouldn’t use their bloodline powers, which would be like showing their weaknesses to others, but even without them, how could one Werewolf defeat them all?

If that were possible, then Werewolves might as well go ahead and take over the world with no one to hold them back.

"Tonight is good!" Rasha spoke up, and all the others instantly agreed, aware that the faster they avenged Masdaw’s death, the faster they could share his district and find a successor for his place on the council for whatever was left.

Seeing as they had all come to an agreement and there was nothing more to discuss, the meeting quickly came to a slow close.

Vazer was the first to get to his feet, adjusting the long jacket he wore as he stood up and dragged his seat back, turning to head to the entrance and leave, as he usually did.

But he had just gotten to the entrance, about to push the door open, when he suddenly felt a light vibration in his pocket. He instantly dug his hand into his pocket to check, without looking back, sure that Javi was behind it and no longer needing to confirm with his eyes.

Only for his eyes to widen ever so slightly at the message he saw, which made his fists instantly tighten, enough to crack the screen of the phone as he shoved it back into his pocket and moved to walk out through the doors of the meeting hall.

The message he had seen burned in his mind, fueling his fury and rage:

{Good boy! Continue, and who knows...maybe one day you’ll get to see the last member of your family.}