She looked at the hunters cabin from a safe distance.
"Why are they still alive? I thought you took care of them!" her voice sounds cold and impatient and it was clear, that she doesn't have something nice in her mind.

"well, it wasn't part of the plan, that the hunter and the hunter girls leader will survive, but all we have to do is wait. The werewolf curse would do its work. And just think about how wonderful it will be, if they wake up next month between the flesh of their friends and realise that they have blood on the hands. Maybe it's not the original plan, but sometimes you have to believe in fate."

"I'm not part of your pack, so stop talking to me like that. They have to suffer, because of what they did to me. What they did to Lestat." she clenched her hand so tightly, that the knuckles whitened.
"let them have their little party tonight, let them have a little bit of fun, let them fuck each other their minds out, it's for sure the last time in their lives! I will take care of that!"