Chapter Twenty Five
KinKade, Iceland. The battle was here. I had chosen this direst spot, because this is where it all started for Adele and I. This was our home. This was where we were born and raised. I was standing in the wreckage and the ruins of what use to stand a beautiful four story castle that overlooked our community. My people stood around me, spaced out evenly, Roman stood at my side. The wind howled around us, harsh and cold; biting at our skin, but the cold didn't bother me. We had set medium-sized fire pits around the ruins. The beautiful fiery-gold swirls that had forged their way upon my skin stood out against the diamond white snow. Today was the day that this all ended. The wars between the supernatural and mundanes would end. The Hunter Association would be no more, I would make sure of
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