Somewhere in Johannesburg, Marco is standing in front of an abandoned warehouse. He take his phone out to make a call. He dials the number a few times but he doesn’t get through.
“Dammit! Where the f**k are those bastards? They better do what I paid them to do!” He yells as he slams his hand on the hood of his car. He sighs and then he reaches into his pocket. He takes out a photo.
“That f*****g bloodsucker will pay for taking something that is the most valuable to me.” He says as he looks at the photo.
He receives a message on his phone. After reading what the message says, he slams his phone to pieces on the ground.
"f**k!"
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Aurora POV
After we leave the pack border, I decide to walk back towards my cottage. I like walking because it will clear my head a bit
