Vanessa Shawn hung up the phone, a sour taste lingering in her mouth. Her jaw was clenched to the point that it hurt but it was impossible for her to calm her nerves. The frustration, the feeling of shame, the humiliation she had been forced into throughout the verbal exchange, everything. Absolutely everything was stuck in her throat. How did they get there?
Taking over control of the WIA by placing their pawn in the high-ups, one by one, year after year, had not been an easy task. Indeed, being a part of the organization was simple, all you need to do is be aware of the werewolves' existence. However, being a part of the thinking heads of such a structure had been a path strewn with hardships especially because Hunters are watched over by the WIA. For decades, a few selected members of the Hunters Society stayed low and waited in the shadow, plotting.
