I was about to go gardening when Bane came running. It turns out someone from Moonstone thought it would be funny to sneak into Nocturnal property. The idiots opened the sewer grates to see zombies roaming around like it was their grandma's house. He screamed for help and was arrested by local law enforcers. The guy complained saying that there shouldn't be zombies roaming around the free zone. To which the locals said that they kept these things to stop burglary. The man has filed a complaint and the courts are convened. The locals said that they kept these chompers as a security measure. This has kept many troublemakers out. The judge said that the locals can do it if they have the approval of the entire population. So a vote was taken. The result was unanimous the zombies are allowed to stay in the sewers. Oleg silently tried to have zombies placed in the sewers beneath Bloodstone too. But I made it clear that there are those who still believe that we are the reason zombies exist. We shouldn't further this rumor or trouble will ensue. The zombies under Bloodstone were destroyed but the ones under Eventide were kept undisturbed.
The humans made it their business to try and integrate into our society. But like I said the eye of the storm is about to pass. The humans asked to amend the rule where humans get to rule in Bloodstone. The nocturnals made it clear the humans are to have separate government. The nocturnals will have the trio rule as a sign of peace. We don't transgress the rules as it keeps our family intact. It reminded us that we nocturnals left the city called October to find a place to live in peace. The humans tagged along because they wanted the exact same thing but that changed over the years. So the rule is simple humans will rule humans and nocturnals will rule nocturnals. The nocturnals will help to set law and order but will remain a separate enterprise. The humans didn't like these terms and demanded fair rulings. The nocturnals made it very clear that no matter what they say. The only way peace has remained was both sides understood their role and stayed on their side of the fence. There will always be those who believe that they should be immortal to turn innocent people like themselves into slaves. Be denied basic human rights. So everyone stays in their lane and everything will be ok.
The humans will send drones to spy on us. We had nothing to hide so we ignored the drones. Occasionally it would make its way to Bloodstone. My orders are simple. Shoot it down. So the werewolves comply. The owner would come demanding compensation but are told that they have trespassed into private property so the law allows us to blow up the drone. The person in question left with a look of displeasure. But that never stopped them from harassing us. Others tried to guess a pattern so they could sneak in but the security personnel on every place with a nocturnal resident had spent at least fifty years working in either Umbrella fortress or Excalibur fortress. Some of them have been my students so I had given them a crash course on heightening their senses without transformation. The humans are escorted out gently and told to have a great day. The people noticed the tightening of security depends on the person attending.
The werewolves in Moonstone invited me to stay for the weekend. A few members of the council thought it was disgusting. I decided to go regardless. I go to see that Moonstone was mostly farmland. The werewolves that live there were Native Americans living a simple life. I happily changed into ordinary clothes and started to milk cows, collect eggs and feed the chickens. The werewolves were perplexed till Oleg showed them my past. This was news till they were shown how I defended the werewolves even in a time werewolves would happily bleed me to death. This intrigued many werewolves. One in particular was Silver Wolf. He was huge in stature. Dressed modestly but that didn't cover the bulging muscles on his torso and thick arms. His deep black eyes that spelled trouble and a sly knowing smile that attested to his mischief. His light tan skin was tattooed with tribal markings. His long mahogany hair was tied in the back. The man leaned back against a cedar and watched me do all the chores. I did everything on the farm like it was the best day of my life. My security watched me finish the entire day's chores in half the time. After which I politely asked for a glass of water and an elderly woman gave me one. After that I inspected the property for any defects and helped build the fence. The werewolves gathered together in harmony and ate together in one table like they were a single living separated by physical entities.
Roland asked me very nicely, "How early does chores start?" I gave it a second, "Usually up at around three or four in the morning to start milking the goats. Clean the barn, do laundry, double check the store room to ensure we haven't been. Decide what goes to the market, cook breakfast for eighty people." I turned around to see Roland had his mouth wide open from shock so I said teasingly, "Roland close your mouth before Brandon turns the space between your jaws into an apiary." Oleg asked scratching his head, "Who is this Brandon?" I chuckled, "Brandon is a werewolf I saved from Saber by paying the guy selling him fifteen bags of potatoes, eight sacks of oranges and twelve cartons of eggs. He loves bugs. He loves them a lot." Igor asked, "What's an Apiary?" I shrugged, "A home for bees" Both Oleg and Roland are allergic to bees so both shut their mouths and escape to their respective rooms to rest. Silver wolf and his wife Red Robin laughed at their reactions and went to sleep too. The next morning I finished the chores before anyone else and sat down to bask in the sun. Security was all over the place but I kept one eye open for trouble. The elder woman asked me to help her in the kitchen I helped her cook food. We roasted chicken, baked bread and made stew.
I heard an alarm I swore that I was going to hurt the person who was behind the invention of this nasty sound. I came out to see zombies. I simply waved my hand and watched as these things slowed down and remained stationary. The werewolves asked Oleg what happened. He tilted his to show that reason. After that werewolves took shotguns and started shooting these things to smithereens without the fear of being eaten. The humans watched as the werewolves happily killed these things and moved on with their lives. One of them gave a look of anger and it turns out he was the one to blow the wall to let these things in. The man in question was handed to werewolves for punishment and he was eaten. I was not allowed near the construction of the wall. Simply because most of them were afraid that someone would attack me. My protest to help my family fell on deaf ears. I was told to stay indoors and help with the cooking. I was going to the laundry but the washing machine broke down. So after a few karate kicks later I was handed the tools to repair the darn thing. Oleg was holding back his laughter as were the Pretorian guards. I fixed it as best I could and then flipped the switch the thing made a sound like a dying goose. I got angry and gave it one hard slap. The machine switched on and started washing clothes like it was supposed to. I turned around to see that my family was seriously close to laughing hysterically. No doubt remembering my history with the infernal machine.
We left after the weekend was over. I observed a few humans leaning against the sycamore trees by the border of Silver Wolf's property. These people were watching us take off. The drones followed us till the outskirts of Eventide. Igor called the resident nocturnals about the tail. One of the vampire residents said to fly low so they can say the drone was trespassing and blow it to pieces. So we complied. The drone was smashed in mere moments. With the thanks of a grateful pilot we flew back to Bloodstone. I missed Piedra de la Luna but was told that the investigative unit hasn't completed their sweep so going there would be suicide. On the other hand Pearl was reconstructed. The one and only place that I am severely allergic to. Oleg and my security swore to God that they get hives when they hear that word. Roland is usually an easy going guy but the mention of Pearl would age him a thousand years as steam came out of his ears. I would start seeing worry lines etch on his youthful face as his eyes would darken with fury of a hurricane. So I asked that Pearl be renamed something more wonderful like Tunglskin. It is Viking for moonlight. Or perhaps to Yéwān in Chinese it means night. Or Meiyo which is Japanese for honor. The council put it into consideration and promised to convene with an answer soon. Most people were interested in trying to understand why everybody's blood pressure scaled a height higher Mount Everest in zero point zero six seconds. The answer had them rethinking their life choices.