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Chapter Forty-Two

Chapter Forty-Two - Fragile Fourth Wall

KARA

Relief washed over me when the familiar friendly guard came into view. I stopped in front of the gate into SC territory and rolled down my window. He walked and bent down to my level, "Back so soon? I thought you wouldn't arrive back for a few days."

"I have a meeting at ten later, I have to even if I don't want to, Ty."

He chuckled before ticking a box on his clipboard.

"Welcome back to the Supernatural Council territory in Long Beach, Alpha Manfred."

"Good seeing you, Tyrell."

He waved for the other guard to open the gates and I drove through and towards the hotel I stayed in for the past week. When I arrived, I parked my car in my Werewolf Alpha spot and got out. I took my things out from the trunk and walked inside. I went to the reception and the man standing behind the counter looked up and smiled.

"Welcome back, Alpha Manfred," he said, his smile turning into a playful smirk. I smiled back, "Thanks, Noah."

He typed some things into the computer and looked up again, "So how long are you staying, Kara?"

"Probs a week, I'll inform you a day before if there are any changes."

He smiled again and typed it in the hotel database. He printed something out, wrote on it, and turned around to get my room key. He checked the paper and the computer simultaneously to make sure nothing was out of place before handing me my keycard.

"Have a nice stay and good day, Alpha Manfred."

"Thanks, you too."

He smiled childlike and I laughed, taking my things and walking towards the elevator.

Noah, a 28-year-old, acts so childishly, no one really believed he's married and has a two-year-old son until he shows them.

The elevator dinged and opened and I stepped inside, pressed the '14' button, and the doors closed. I mindlessly did some tricks with the card while putting my brain on airplane-mode. When the elevator dinged again and announced '14', the door opened and I stepped out of the elevator. I walked to room 1409, unlocked the door, and entered.

'I wanna sleep.'

But the meeting's in forty-five minutes.

'Should be enough for a nap, right?'

Actually, you're right. It's fine if you take a thirty-minute nap, right?

'Right...'

***

I was so wrong.

I ended up missing the alarm that was supposed to wake me up fifteen minutes earlier and woke up five minutes before the meeting started. I scrambled off the bed, quickly took the essential things for the meeting, stuffed them in my bag, and quickly went out.

I arrived just in time and five heads snapped to me,

"Slept late again, Alpha Manfred?" Uncle C said, sending me a playful glare. I scratched the back of my neck and placed my things by the table.

Since it was just a meeting within the six main Council, we all wore casual clothing which included hoodies and sweats.

"Now, shall we start?"

***

After two and a half hours of just pitching in random ideas on how to stop the rogue attacks to see if any one of them will stick, which none did, our brains are completely mush as we joined chairs together to lay on them.

"Who wants food?" King Satanas, the Demon King asked. We all nodded and went out of the room to get some food. We chose McDonald's, solely because it was close by and we were hungry.

We ordered at the register and went to sit at a booth that was at the side. We chatted a little before they called our number and Uncle Charles and Xandar went to take our food. When they came back, we dug in.

While eating, we made small conversations, completely ignoring the 'rogue' topic, because we were done talking about it for the morning. To passers, we don't look like the people of a highly respected group. We just looked like five idiots messing around with a disappointed father.

RIP fourth wall because I'm about to give some hard-ass commentary about the Council.

Uncle Alpha Charles Hunter, 50, a dragon, a great leader to sum it up. He started leading the Council when he was 25, before I was even born. He may seem really professional- and he is- but when we talk with or without the SC, he's basically a kid.

King Xandar Divinos, 31, vice leader, a wizard. He also seems professional when you first meet him, but that impression was quickly wiped out of my head when I saw him get giddy around balloons.

Lord Mediocris Alas, 29, a fairy, or actually a faery for a male, and no, he's not Tinker Bell tiny, he's a full-grown man, just with wings that sprout out when he wants to and can shift into the size of an actual tiny pixie. He's never taken seriously when he shifts though, a little downside.

Leader Stefan Carson, 26, a vampire. He became a member when his father and brother passed when he was 21, making this year his fifth. He may be stern at times, but he's a real comedian when it comes to stupid situations.

King Diabolus Satanas, 22, a demon. Closest to my age so we clicked the moment our eyes met. People think the worst are the demons, technically true, but when the king of them is a moron, it's not hard to change your perspective on them.

'Kay. That fourth wall is hereby fixed. Enjoy!

After our stomachs were filled, we were not ready to go back to that meeting. Diabolus threw an arm around my shoulder and rested his head beside mine. He started complaining, "Can we not go back to that wretched place?"

Uncle C smacked his arm, "Stop whining. Don't forget, the demons are also having rogue attacks."

He groaned and I patted his forearm that was slung lazily on my shoulder, "There, there, it's okay, little Diabolus. Do you need some strawberry-flavored milk to calm you down, maybe a dummy?"

The rest burst out laughing while he just rolled his eyes and leaned closer.

Tada! Here's the second chapter and this gives you a little insight into the council. What do you think of them? Thank you for choosing to read NOBT. Please leave a vote and comment! It means a lot to me.

See you!

-Phantom