The heavy talk inside the living room of the Autumn Pack house was finally over. Everyone felt tired, their shoulders heavy with the burden of what they had just discussed. The matter of the vampires, the organization, and the dangers surrounding their kind was far from solved, but for now, they had agreed on one thing: they would talk to the survivor tomorrow morning.
The room grew quiet. Nathaniel stood up, stretching his stiff arm and immediately gave bottled water to his pregnant wife, Divina. Others leaned back in their chairs, staring at nothing as if their minds still wrestled with unanswered questions that can be seen on the video Miguel put up.
And Nox remained standing in the middle of the room. His sharp eyes, usually filled with command, now carried a trace of worry. He turn
