Darryl turned the volume up and continued running on the treadmill. He was sweating heavily when his phone rang. He pushed the stop button and took it as he went down. Darryl pulled a towel and hung it on his shoulder as he answered the call.
"What is it, Ter? It'd better be good because I'm ending the call," he said, and went to the kitchen. Terrence chuckled.
"Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, eh? You're grumpy, Dar," he said.
"No, I don't want to waste time, Ter. You know I'll have schedules piling up," he said. As the ball nears, he was busy.
"Three days ago, Olympus was attacked by hybrids and dhampirs," he said. Darryl's forehead furrowed.
"And? What am I going to do with that? The officers will take care of it," he replied.
"Well, there were rumors saying that our clan
