Răzbunare

" 13 years, 5 months, 2 weeks and 3 days." he sneered. No one said anything. We were all to scared.
"That's how long you've been training. And yet you still allowed your sister to die on this mission."
I looked over at Dragos, whose face, unlike the rest of ours, remained void of all emotion as he stood straight and tall- like we'd been taught to. "But-" our heads snapped to Estella, who hadn't picked herself up off the floor yet. " It wasn't our faul-" She flinched as he appeared in front of her. 13 years of that crap and we still flinched. He lowered himself to meet her eyes. She lowered her gaze not daring to do the same. He gave her a smile, false, with a nasty undertone. " Of course not Estella....... Just like it wasn't your fault when the Italian scum killed your family." We all froze. He only ever mentioned our coven when he was about to go on a rant.
" How!" he yelled facing all of us, " Will we defeat the Volturi!" he threw a chair, my favorite chair, at the wall. I tried not to flinch when it shattered against the wall. " If you can not kill one vampire!"