Thursday, March 15th
Michael called Patrick on the twelfth. Just as the unnamed vampire had said, the coven went to Montana, leaving the house empty. "I don't know what's going to happen," Michael whispered. "I can't get it straight whether this Isabella chick invited us to stay or whether we're fighting her. No one seems to know, except Claudius and his inner circle. I'll keep you updated."
On the fifteenth he called again at three in the morning. Apparently it was war, not a welcome, they'd found in Montana.
"Their coven was really small, only a few vampires and a couple of humans. There wasn't even room for all of us to stay there, so Claudius sent most of us here to New York. We're staying in this underground placeit's crazy huge. There's even cows down here! And there's some vampir
