LORD SILVAIN MORDAUNT
The gathering is in my Kensington townhouse. Thirteen guests. All essential to the final assault on the Rookeries.
Vampire hunters. Hermetic Order representatives. Dragon financiers. Corrupt Alphas.
Everyone who wants Callum Brennan dead.
"Thank you for coming." I stand at the head of the table. "We have seven days to coordinate the final attack. I want precision. Complete elimination. No survivors."
"The numbers?" asks Master Thorne from the Hermetic Order.
"Parliamentary hunters: sixty. Pack enforcers from allied Alphas: thirty. Hermetic Order mages: ten. Dragon mercenaries: ten." I tick them off. "Total force: one hundred ten combatants against approximately forty fighters in the Rookeries."
"Nearly three to one odds." Lord Castellane sounds pleased. "Overwh
