While Atticus was chatting with Abram and Janine his mother was in the entryway trying to figure out what was eeking her out about it. She heard Colten call her in, though, so she decided to let it rest. She was just about to head in when someone else spoke.
“Apprentice.” She froze in her place, but the rage she had felt before did not surface now. She turned slowly, and calmly, to face Leo Wolf standing across the hall. He was already in his dark state as though he were ready for her.
“I knew I felt your presence,” he said as she slowly approached. “As your creator I will always feel your presence, and as my creation you will always feel mine.”
“So that is what I felt,” Charleen said. “When I arrived here I felt something wrong here, a strange feeling as though I’d been here before.”
“Oh, but you have been here before,” Leo said. “You were reborn in these halls, do you not recall?” Charleen looked toward the elevator and recalled her strange dreams before she realized what she was becoming all those years ago. “It is appropriate that this is where I will finally bring you to my side,” Leo continued. “It is time. You have had your chance to do as you will. It is time to join the fold and come to my side, apprentice. Of course, you will need to bring you son. He has much to learn.”
“That isn’t happening,” Charleen said sharply. Despite the daggers in her voice she maintained a level tone. “You will have nothing to do with me and most certainly not my son.”
“Then I have no choice but to end you,” Leo spat, “And take your son as mine.”