Vincent grumbled, rolling around in his bed. The prodding into his back didn't seem to let up to more he twisted under the sheets. With a grunt, he opened one eye to meet the gaze of a pissed woman glaring right back at him.<br/><br/>"What?"<br/><br/>She scoffed, shaking her head. "That's all you can say?"<br/><br/>He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "What else should I say, uh Sh-"<br/><br/>"Sara," she spat out.<br/><br/>"Right. Sara," he grinned. He raised an eyebrow. "Were you expecting anything else? I mean, I have a couple of dollars on the night-"<br/><br/>Her hand whipped across his face making him jerk to the side. He let out an instinctual growl feeling his canines tense. A snort blew from his nostrils as he let to a chuckle licking the small trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. "Guess I deserved that. Listen, Sara, no hard feelings. Take a card off my nightstand. They'll take you wherever you need to go. Alright?"<br/><br/>The woman hissed, slipping her shoes and snatched a card off the nightstand. "Go to the hell, Vincent."<br/><br/>He shook his head as she stormed out his apartment, slamming the door in her wake. He shrugged and finally slipped from under the sheets making his way into the bathroom to wash away any memories of the night before. Vincent walked out as the steam rolled out the shower, drying his hair just as his phone went off. He noticed the voicemail notification and played it as he began to dress.<br/><br/><i>Vince, answer your phone...nevermind, I don't wanna know what you've been up to. I'm just calling so you don't forget about the meeting tonight."</i><br/><br/>"Shit," he cursed.<br/><br/><i>"And yes, it's mandatory. You're the fucking Beta. See you later."</i><br/><br/>No doubt, this had to do with the Aveline homicide. His expression darkened. So much for peace...well more like tense understanding. It was a thin line the pack and Hallowed Society walked. This murder tipped that scale. Who knew what that would bring? No time to waste. The Beta finished dressing and went to check-in at the Crescent.<br/><br/>*-*-*<br/><br/>To say that she was furious was an understatement. Typically, the Supreme held a certain decorum that was reveled by all. Today was not one of those days. Georgina balled her fists in frustration so hard, her nails dug into her palms and drew blood. She barely winced as the liquid trickled down in tiny droplets. She paid it no mind, even as her advisor remarked on the injury.<br/><br/>"I want results. Am I clear? I want this...this savage found, and I meant yesterday," she stated coldly.<br/><br/>The advisors noticed the shift of the air in the room. The temperature dropped a few degrees chilling the air. All they did was annoy her more. Georgina waved her hand with a sneer.<br/><br/>"Go. This is the last time I'll repeat myself."<br/><br/>Once the door shut, she collapsed into her chair with a shuddered sigh. She was exerting too much energy. All this news did nothing for her stress. Now, she had to deal with a murder, and one of their own to boot.<br/><br/>"Aveline," she murmured fondly.<br/><br/>He'd been a favorite. This had to be personal. Georgina scanned through her documents in vain. Something was missing. What was she not seeing?<br/><br/>"Do I need assistance once more?"<br/><br/>A tap on the window brought her to her senses. A large black crow tapped at the window until she slide the panel open. "Morpheus," she greeted with a smile.<br/><br/>Her familiar clicked its beak, coming to perch itself on her shoulder and rub against her cheek. She scratched his head, gently cooing softly. "You always know when to show up when I need you."<br/><br/>Morpheus titled its head her inquisitively. Georgina chuckled, procuring some treats. "I didn't forget, but I need you to go to Xavier once more. I require his services. Understand?"<br/><br/>The crow clicked twice and took some treats before flying out the window to set on its task.