*Somebody's POV*
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The footsteps of the wolf that just came in the front door of the mansion pitter-pattered down the hall, making the three women sitting at the dining area look at the creature with their smiling faces.
"Donald! Son, your back! This is a pleasant surprise." Hera, the eldest of the three, greeted the naked man who shifted from his wolf form. And with a subtle wave of the left hand of Magenta, the woman younger than the rest, the black robe from the rack near the fireplace went floating in the air, and Donald grabbed the fabric to wear it.
"Mother! Aunties! Good evening! I'm glad to see you all doing pretty well and looking prettier." He greeted them with a broad smile and went near them to kiss the back of their right hands.
"When have you arrived, Don? Have you passed by Camp X? Come, join us for dinner," asked Asteria, the other sister of Hera. And she held up her left palm that made a plate, wine glass, spoon, and fork float out of their shelves on the kitchen counter and went wafting to the table.
"Thank you, Aunt Aste! Just on time. I'm damn hungry from trailing the forest in my wolf form from the Central Domain Camp to our Camp X. I should have been earlier if a beast didn't smash my bike." Donald answered as he pulled a chair to sit down beside his Aunt Magenta, who had been chewing the grape she had just put in her mouth.
"Mmm. Beast? Why? Who is it? Do you want us to get rid of it from the face of the earth?" Hera asked his son and the other women grew curious, too, about his answer.
"Pretty much yes. I know you all would... At the right time. Actually, I have brought news with me from my mission at the CDC. It's all good, don't worry." Said Donald and put chunks of steak on his plate using his bare hands.
"Do tell, son," Magenta spoke, clasping her hands in front of her on the tabletop, and her sisters' whole attention was on the only man in the room.
"It's confirmed. It's Pryce Winsley. The Rightful Ruler is back. And she has shifted fully into her beast form earlier this night. I'm also sure that she has come back to life with her hybrid mate, the Princess of the Northern Witches and the Vampires. Yes, the girl that burned my father and my other brothers." He reported and gritted his teeth in the thought of the person responsible for why he is the only offspring left of Damien and why his mother and aunts became widowed.
"Oh, that's... Great news, Don. That only means one thing. Your father, our dear Damien, will be back soon. And we can give justice to the death of all your brothers and your little sister's sacrifice. Within just a month, we will become queens again, my sisters." Hera stated and proclaimed, holding hands with her younger sisters, who were sitting adjacent to her with victorious smiles on their faces. 
"That's right. Now, we want you to keep gathering information about the two royal hybrids. We will instruct our people at Camp X to be prepared for the rebellion once your father's soul lives again in your body. We have a month to get ready. You, too, son. I just can't wait for the moment the whole supernatural society would praise him with the power he will possess with the death of those responsible for killing him." Asteria ordered, and Magenta's laugh echoed in the room.
"Hell, yeah! And we should hang the heads of those nasty little girls at our front door. Oh, and of course, also the head of the current queen, Alison, that killed my poor Dennis. Those heads would be a good decoration, don't you think, sisters?" Magenta let out, feeling satisfied with her plan, and Donald stood up with a glass of red wine in his right hand.
"Cheers for that, Ladies! Long live the king!" He pronounced, and the three witches held up their glasses for a toast.
They continued eating dinner while discussing their plans in which involved the coming resurrection of Damien inside Donald's body during the next full moon; and how they would seize Blair and Pryce so their blood would be used to fuel Damien's new body from his son, who is a half-werewolf and half-warlock, which then makes the royal hybrids' abilities be his, especially Blair's.
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"Son, why don't you tell your father about your great news? He surely missed you, and he would certainly be glad to hear things from you." Hera asked her son while the dishes they used at dinner washed themselves at the sink after Magenta put a spell on them all.
"I can? Yes, I would love to, Mother. I missed him, too, after being away for two weeks for my mission at the CDC." Donald answered and stood up from his chair.
"You can proceed now, Don. I already unlocked the door to his cellar." Asteria told her nephew, and the man thanked her.
Standing in front of the entrance of the hallowed room in the mansion, Donald took a deep breath before he opened the door using both hands, pushing it with all his strength.
When he got the sight of the crystal ball with a dark mist in it at the center of the pentagon-shaped tabletop, he kneeled and bowed to his king.
He stood up and held on to the crystal ball, both hands, to speak with the soul trapped inside it, and he closed his eyes.
"Father, it is I, Donald, your thirteenth child." He began, and he heard a voice in his head, saying, "Donnie! Son, it's been a long time! How are you? You're missing your father, eh?" 
"Yes, of course! I have been doing great. And I have great news for you." He replied and smirked in the excitement to please his father with what he brought with him.
"Tell me, son. I know it's something excellent because I could feel your gladness from here. What is it?" Damien said, and his son chuckled softly before speaking.
"You will finally be set free. Live again, father. We don't need to find other powerful beings to bring you back to the world of the living because the most powerful ones are just within our reach. It was confirmed that the Rightful Ruler of the Werewolves had come back to life with its hybrid mate. We don't know how it happened, but they are back. I have witnessed the legendary beast earlier, and she destroyed my favorite bike during her first full transformation." 
"Great! Isn't it bewildering as to how they came back to life, seeing that I killed them both decades ago? The Northern Witches must have done something with this wonder. Now, I want to know if you are prepared for the exchange of our souls, son." Damien remarked and asked the man, who nodded his head without a doubt.
"I am, Father. It would be an honor. I have made this body built and strong enough to be worthy for you to take. And I will make my younger sister Delilah's sacrifice in taking you out from the world of the souls be worth it. And I, too, would be pleased, knowing that you would get what should be yours. Let the werewolves have the king they deserve and make the rest of the supernatural races fear you." Donald answered and earned a proud laugh from his father.
"That's my boy! All your brothers and Delilah are so proud of you as always. Don't worry, you all will meet soon. Good luck with your quest, son. I always know that you won't disappoint your mother and my other wives. I'm so proud of you." Damien praised his only child left, and Donald couldn't be happier in hearing his father's statement.
Donald left the sacred room in the basement of their house to have a meeting with his witch mother and aunts about his mission in heading to California to spy on the royal hybrids' whereabouts.
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"Yes, Aunt Aste. It's positive. Both are in their human forms, and they are out here in the academy. Is everything ready back there at Camp X?" Donald reported to the person on the other line, and he got a reply from his mother instead, "Alright, son. Just stay in your position. Your Aunt Magenta is on her way to you in a few seconds. Remember the plan that we only need Blair for now. Everything is set here. Good luck."
He was currently at the rooftop of the seniors' building and looking over the target, who just went outside the parked red car at the academy's parking lot.
He took a deep breath and put the call down when a red-haired woman suddenly appeared before him. She has been using a Mirak's Crystal in traveling through dimensions and places.
"Aunt Magenta, hi!" He greeted the newcomer and kissed the back of her right hand.
"Donald, are you ready?" Magenta asked his nephew, and he nodded his head in reply.
"I was born ready. Let's go get the princess." He answered, and the witch began making a portal to get to where their target was heading.