" How can you be so f*cking calm. They are all gone f*cking gone, they've taken my whole pack ". The warlocks don't even acknowledge me, they never pay attention to me. They do this weird silent sh*t where they just stand, and it was pissing me off. Why grandpa ever got mixed up with these I'll never know.
He even gave his life to these idiots, his gift to me to make me a queen, he used to say. He was a bargaining chip they were ready to abandon us, take their power and leave to find some other paranormals to harvest off of. It was weird they gave me power and my pack when we needed it, but they took something back. They fed off of paranormal energy. We couldn't supply magic to them, but we could supply our immortality.
They linked to our life spans, we kept them alive. They were nea
