The four of them, Tristan, Coffey, Draven and Faye sat down in the empty bar which was ever since abandoned after the death of Draven's family.
They remained quiet as they kept looking at each other without saying a single word or making a single sound but their heart raced fast and unsteady.
"So I guess this is how we are going to spend the remaining hours of today? Sitting down speechless and what else? Glaring at each other. If looks could kill, I guess I'll be the only surviving one here because all I see here is hate for each other. In a room of two werewolves and two witches." Coffey finally broke the silence as he was trying to ease the tension in the room.
"Isn't that fantastic?" Tristan smirked as he looked at Draven. "I will always kick your ass no matter how strong you think
