"You guys ready? Big night." I comment, taking another deep breath.
                          
"Yeah, big night. But hopefully this will all be over." Chaz replies, all of us sharing a knowing look.
                          
Nodding lightly, we head out towards the Escalades, the rest of the Guard already loaded and waiting. Here we go. It's all or nothing.
                          
Speeding through the gates, the barrier shimmers lightly, before letting us pass through, finally, a few minutes later spitting us out in some desolate street of a small town in Nebraska. Parking the Escalades a few miles away, we flash towards our destination, arriving minutes later, surrounding the house.
                          
Sharing a tense, yet much anticipated look with my Commanders, Ryan gestures for team one to proceed. Waiting in silence, sooner Nathan appears at the doorway.
                          
"Sire. There's a child here." He says, the rest of the team hauling out the two vampires responsible and throwing them on the ground in front of the Commanders and I. Half bloods? You've got to be joking right now. How the hell did they have a problem with Kiera? If anything they should idolize her.
                          
No matter I suppose, they were responsible either way. And they were going to suffer the consequences of threatening my mate. Kiera was mine. And no one was going to take her from me. MINE.
                          
"Bring the child too." I bark out, my eyes already set on my target, already struggling to holding back my bloodlust. All I wanted to do was kill. My vampire craved it. This vampire was responsible for threatening my mate, he was going to die.
                          
"You." I hiss darkly, lunging at the male and grabbing him by the neck, holding him off the ground, grinning as he struggles uselessly against my iron hold.
                          
"Si- Sire." The male trembles under my dark gaze, recognition and fear flashing through his expression.
                          
"Where are the newborns?" I hiss, shaking him roughly.
                          
"Tell me!" I growl, baring my fangs and fuming with bloodlust and anger, my patience growing thinner by the second. I had no time for idiots or incompetency.
                          
"Plea- please sire. My- my mate, an- and child. Please don't-" The male stammers out, begging as Ryan and Chaz grab the hysteric women and child, pulling them away from him.
                          
"My patience is thin. I'll ask one more time before I start torturing your mate. Where are the newborns!?" I growl, gripping tighter, all but cutting off his air.
                          
"There- there's a roo- room. The- the door is- is under the sta- stairs." The male struggles out.
                          
"Better. Are they all there? How many are there left?" I hiss again, my grip not loosening, as I recall Ryan and Chaz from doing anything. At least for the moment. He had to believe that I was willing to show mercy, and then at the last minute I would kill them all. That would be my satisfaction, seeing his tortured pain as he watched his mate and child die, knowing there was nothing he could ever do to save them.
                          
"Ye- yes, they- they are all there. On- only 20." The male whimpers out.
                          
"Are you lying to me? Because you better not be lying to me." I hiss darkly, grabbing his arm with my other hand and pulling slowly, hearing the bone and muscle pull apart.
                          
"Ahhh. No- no Sire! I- I- I swear." The male panics, cringing in pain, only managing to satisfy my inner vampire marginally.
                          
"You swear huh?" I taunt, a psychotic tone to my voice as a wicked grin flashes across my face.