章 228: 225. The creation of the coven

As Dexter made his way back to the camp, he couldn't help but think about how people leave him.

"First Dad, then Henry, then Collins, Jude, now Tracy. I just hope we can all meet one day together. Although I know my dad isn't coming back," Dexter had a sad expression.

He remembered the day his dad was buried; he was just a 15-year-old teenager then. And now, well, he's been well off.

They went back to the camp, and soon, the people all gathered around. Kila made them draw their blood into blood bags so that they can evolve by drinking their human blood.

"Do we really have to do it this way?" an elderly woman said with disgust, and the others looked at her.