The supernatural?..... seriously?

A family reunion

Isaac watched Phil's unconscious body. His eyes glued at the raven haired boy's chest rising up and down, calmly.

The evil Ezekai heaved a sigh and looked at the floor in shame.

"I'm sor-"

Before Isaac could finish, Phil began to wake up. Suddenly, his eyelids opened, revealing two beautiful, black orbs.

Isaac smiled sadly at the sight. Phil's body had accepted the gift. That's good, right? Then why does he feel so bad, then? And since when does he know how to feel?

The "evil" Ezekai got startled out of his by Phil mumbling. "Where- where am I?" He asked, looking at Isaac with big eyes. Little veins could be seen around Phil's eyes as the black faded and his normal, blue eyes appeared.

"What do you remember?" Isaac asked, sticking to Ceadis' plan. But reluctantly. Why? Isaac had no clue.

Phil rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand.

"It's not much..." He paused to gather up his memories. "I remember that I went for a walk after... a friend? And I got into a fight with each other.... then it goes black."

Isaac nodded. He remembers exactly what we want him to remember... that's wonderful? Why is it so hard to enjoy this plan working?!

"Phil," Isaac carefully said.

Phil looked at him in confusion. "How do you know my name?" He asked, shocked.

"When I had found you, I had found your wallet too. It contained an ID," Isaac lied.

But Phil believed it and mouthed an "o" Before continuing his quest of questions. "But, where am I?" He asked while looking around the room that looked like a room of a prince.

Isaac forced himself to smile a wicked smile. "Home."

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"Okay come on people!" Dan exclaimed in encouragement to the four people who were working their butts off. Mark, Jack, Angelique, and Dallon were forced to train for the big fight coming.

And it was coming fast. The "hunters" have already been training for three days. Angelique was handy with the old daggers that belonged to Galadriel. Jack had discovered that he had the ability to shape-shift into anything he desired. It was weird. Jack had woken up as a mouse that day.

And Mark.

Mark had mastered the ability to control his evil side within days. The former enemy was quite helpful to the others. He'd told them where the secret lair was. Turns out it wasn't the sewer anymore, but a mansion much farther into the woods.

Dan felt much better too. Though, he missed being a werewolf. Luckily, he still possessed the instincts of a true alpha.

"Keep up with the rest Dallon! You need to be faster than my grandmother to go on this mission!" He commanded just like a gym coach.

Just at that moment, Dallon stopped and laid down on the grass ground. "I can't," He gasped, "Demons dissolve into thin air for a reason! They're not fast!" His gasps turned into scowling.

The former alpha walked over to the -almost fainting- demon. "I'd noticed," Dan retorted, rolling his eyes as he helped Dallon to his feet.

Dallon thanked the alpha and excused himself. Before he was aloud to go, Dan made him promise to come back to finish his training. Dallon agreed, but with reluctance. Now, the demon was making his way to Brendon, who was sitting against an old oak, picking little pieces of grass. Dan tried to get Brendon to train with them, but the devil declined to try it. Dallon knew why. Brendon was scared that he might snap again.