163 Swaying in the wind

Mr. Davis sat in the living room of his house, and his wife accompanied him after they were done with the hunters meeting. He had picked up one of the bottles from the cupboard, pouring the whiskey in the glass before taking a seat. 

"Do you think it is a good idea to have Melanie and Conner involved in this? They are too young for this," said Mrs. Davis in a calm voice. She sat on the other couch, where the only light from the room was the side lamp. "I don't think Mel took it well." 

"She's in her twenties, not in her teenage years to not be able to comprehend things," stated Mr. Davis, taking a sip from the glass. "You know the main reason why we even decided to send our children to Veteris because we found it to be suspicious, don't you?"

"How can I forget. You turned them to sacrificial lambs," muttered Mrs. Davis with a frown on her face and a grim expression coming to settle on her lips.