#Chapter 265 Set

Grace Originals I'd heard that before, but how could Charles know that for certain? He told me that they were the first werewolves and they had lifespans similar to vampires. Astarte charged forward and Charles followed. The fight was brutal and efficient. The Originals were raw and primal, landed heavy blows, but the security guards were well trained. Astarte's magic cut through the fray. Charles backed her up, subduing them easily. Soon, they were all subdued, pinned to the ground with silver cuffs glinting in the moonlight. They snarled and thrashed. Astarte stood over them, the darkness around her seemed to glow. The alarm turned off. The chaos settled, replaced by a tense silence. Astarte shook. Her eyes were pitch black in the low light of the building. "Move them inside," she barked, her voice taut with barely controlled fury. "I'll deal with them." A wave of unease washed over me. I followed as Charles helped get them all inside. The security guards ripped the masks from t