The Golden Prodigies

Chapter 58

Anthony pushed his finger to his mouth, telling Margo to be quiet. Grace entered a room that had no other exit than the door they approached. Carefully, he peeked through the gap under the hinges, enough to make one eye visible. Grace was pacing the room, ranting to herself like someone was listening. She tugged on her hair with hands covered in Veronica's blood.

"Not my fault, not my fault!" Grace yelled. "It's them. It was always them!"

"She's lost her mind," Anthony thought.

"I'm not surprised. She's trying to kill her family. Nobody with a right mind would do that." Margo tugged Anthony back and mouthed "what do we do?"

He shrugged and thought back, "We can't let her leave this room. She tried to kill Veronica."

They didn't know.

On the outskirts of the house, Hunter, his pack, and Jacota made it through the crowd, just as the demons reached their home.

Rayvon, Luka, Vinny, and Oliver were forced to fight to protect Madison, Duke, Flora, and Alfred. They were too old to fight, and indeed too vulnerable.

Sam pushed William into the house and shut the door, forcing him to stay inside where it was safer. He didn't know Grace had broken in. "I'm sorry," he said when Alfred locked the door from the inside and pulled the key out of the human's reach.

"Sam!" William banged on the glass. "Don't fight this without me!"

As the God of wisdom was about to turn away, he spotted Anthony flying across the kitchen floor on his back. Blood covered his face. Margo was next, being thrown into the wall by a woman with ragged hair.

"Alfred!" Sam yelled, regretting his decision to lock away the elders. He thought he was doing the right thing. Now he had put William in more danger. "Alfred open the door!"

The old man tried and dropped the keys. As he struggled to pick them up, Grace turned to William.

Some would say that William had her eyes, but not anymore. They were no longer kind or assertive; they were wild like the animal she had become.

"Your leg," she whispered, staring at his walking stick. "I have been watching my family for a long time now. Your injury is proof that you don't belong in the world of the werewolves."

"Nonsense!" Flora snapped, standing with William as Alfred fumbled with the keys. "It is you who doesn't belong here. You were changed into a wolf; you're not pure like the rest of us. William has never changed to be more powerful. He doesn't need to."

Grace took a step forward. Her feet stuck to the white tiles with the blood from Anthony's head wound. Margo leant over him, desperately wiping the red fluid from his eyes.

"The only pure person in this room is William." Grace stared at her child, barely able to remember the days when he was still in college with Jacota, despite being two years older. Failing his first year was hardly a surprise, he had always struggled through education. But failing his first year brought him and Jacota closer as brothers. "Human's are the only beings who should exist."

Sam banged on the glass behind them, but Grace didn't even flinch.

"Alfred for goodness sake! Just pick them up!" Sam yelled. Alfred was old and couldn't reach them. The God of wisdom took a few steps back to build momentum. He was going to charge through the glass if it was the last thing he did.

As he held his breath, Scott ran to the window before him, throwing Margo's flowerpot into the glass. It shattered into more pieces than he could count.