Supernatural politics
***Arin's POV***
An inch from my throat, the silver blade came to a halt.
"Wait!" Between me and my mind-controlled mates, Seraphina yelled. "There is a problem with this image."
Jaxon and Rowan's red eyes wavered between confusion and rage as they froze in the middle of the attack.
With her dark power still whirling around her hands, my evil twin demanded, "What do you mean?"
"They wouldn't have hesitated if you truly had total control over their minds." Seraphina used her vampire senses to examine the boys. "Some of them are still resisting your influence."
She was correct. I could now see the slight tremors in their hands and the way their claws continued to slightly retract. They knew in their hearts that I was the real Arin.
"It doesn't matter," growled my twin. "I'm going to kill her myself."
However, a loud voice reverberated throughout the forest before she could strike: "IMMEDIATELY ALL SUPERNATURAL BEINGS WILL QUIT HOSTILITIES."
