I traveled to the West Village to see how things were going with their training, ever since Celeste had killed the West King, they haven’t had a ruler. Only the rulers of each supernatural faction. It seemed as though they were doing well over the phone, but seeing it in person was different. As I crossed their landlines, I saw women and children training. Celeste would have a fit if she saw this. This was against her laws. No women and children under the age of sixteen were to be fighting.
I go and find the one in charge of the training, a heavy-set male that seemed gruff and terrifying. He didn’t scare me, he had no authority over me, and he has to follow the law. I walk to him and he barely smiles when he sees me. He already knows what my issue is.
“Do you know what law you are break
