The Council Of Light

"Wait!" You grab hold of Irene's arm, taking care with your claws. "Before we go any further, I want to know how you got to be a werewolf slayer," you snarl.

"Okay - brief version," she replies. "I'm one of a group of special people selected, and trained, by an outfit called the Council of Light. They're an organisation of white witches and warlocks, and their allies. We watch out for supernatural dangers in this country. Right now, the Council's conducting a counter-ritual to contain any magic Fred unleases. But only two individuals can hold the power of the Slayer at any time. I was Kelsey's apprendice. It's a Jedi thing."

"Okay... And how many werewolves have you killed?" you ask reluntantly.

"Er... None."

"None!"

"Hey - until recently, they were like once in a blue moon!" Irene protests. "C'mon. Let's find Fred."

You nod. Stealthily checking the rooms of the house, you find no one else around. Hearing the TV on in the lounge, you charge in. This room is deserted, too.

Irene lowers the silver knife in her hand. She frowns. "Where is he...?"

Written by Midnight Blue

You head for the TV

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