Beretta stood outside the castle, watching the commotion with the wolves. 'Seems like the dogs came out to play once again,' she smirked. 'And I guess, I could just stand here and watch them go at it. It's not like I'm that important. After all, my sister started the bullshitting war, not me.'
"Baterina, 'tis not you?"
Beretta spun around to face her visitor. She wore a white, hooded cloak. 'Wait, the White knight wore the very same hood, so is this-'"What do you want, Mistress Sorceress? Shouldn't you be beating up the dogs right now?"
"I should be asking ye the same question, Crusnik Baterina," the woman smirked. Even with her face hidden, she was annoyed by her appearance. "But I'm not here for a friendly chat now. I'm here to talk to you about your sister."
"Why? She started the whole thing."
"And that's the point, dear lassie," she lifted her head to talk to her, even though her face still stayed hidden. "'Tis about what your dear sister will do."
"But she's sleeping-"
"No, she is not." Beretta gave her a puzzling look. "Go to the Castle Dracul, and there ye shall find your answer, dear sorceress."
Red stared at her mother. Compared to the rest of the werewolves she's seen, she was relatively larger, like the- She gasped. No way! She can't be- "The mother of the true wolves."
The Mother Red smiled at her, as she heard this. "So, you've figured it all out, haven't you?" she asked her daughter.
"I think I did, but why? Why?" Her face went from pure shock to anger in a split second. "Why would you abandon your daughter? Why would you be so stupid in wanting so much power? Why would you want me now? Why, Mother, Why? Or are you even worthy of the title 'Mother' anymore?" Red was so furious with her, she thought she was seeing everything red. "What parent in their right mind would leave their child to die?!"
Mother Red continued to smile at her. Obviously, she's enjoying this. "Why are you questioning me, young lay? I know, deep down within your heart, you want the same thing."
"No, I don't!" shouted Red. "YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW ME! And I won't even call you my mother anymore! The woman I knew is long gone!"
The wolf lost her smile, as well as her temper. "So you won't be joining me, after all?"
"No, what makes ye think that I wanna in the first place! You bitch!" she went to slap her, but missed. "I will never join your side, Redellia!"
The wolf narrowed her eyes at her. "Fine, be that way, but it's your funeral, child."
"Bring it on."
While everyone was busying defending the castle, and with Beretta heading towards Cont Dracula's place, Obian, and a few others ran down to the casement, to where Casmie's body was to be resting. Upon entering the room, The Lycan snarled at the visitor. "What did you do to my wife, Sorceress!" he asked the Mistress Sorceress.
Without turning around, she replied back rather calmly, "I have not done a thing to your queen, Lycanthrop."
"What do you mean-"
"She has awaken on her own terms, terms that will destroy ye all."
"Why you little-" he went to attack her, but obviously, she saw this coming: for she used her 'shocking powers' to stop him. (I meant that she can use lightning-like attack by contact of her opponent.)
"Now, stay down, dog," she barked at the shocked king. "Now, listen to me, if ye wish for ye lives to be spared!"