All eyes are on Grant. Waiting. He takes his seat at the end of the table and opens the first folder.
“By now most of you have heard either from me or through rumors about the contracts.” Grant looks around the table. “There will be no more contracts for the killing of witches.”
Commotion breaks out amongst the demons at the long table. The werewolves sit quietly, unaffected by this news.
“That’s enough. Quiet down.” He clears his throat before continuing. “There is no point in hunting down the witches any longer. They’re nearly extinct and provide little no power gain. I think there might be a better option for us anyways. We can kill two birds with one stone.”
Good. He has their attention and their silence.
“At this point, I’m sure news has reached the Midnight District and Curtis
