Silence surrounded the whole throne room, no one dared to even blink. Such a tense moment for no reason at all. Seven figures stood in the center of the room, all females, huddled up next to one another, but they didn't radiate any fear, just annoyance.

"Who's your Coven's leader?" Aro questioned, tilting his head to the side, eyeing the women.

Catori stepped forward, her head held high. "That would be me." Her voice sounded out in the room, her native tongue was instantly recognized.

The masters each shared a look, one that the women could not decipher. Aro stood, making his way toward the front of the group. - "And how did you form your coven, dear Catori." He didn't hold out his hand, not yet anyways, Aro wanted to hear her story before checking it himself, to see if he could catch her in a lie.

"These three," Catori turned to the side, motioning between three African females, who kept their facial expressions blank. "Were slaves in the state of Georgia. I felt pity for them, knowing the torture they and their people were enduring, so I took them with me in the dead of night. Harmony was with child at the time, so I did not turn her until a few months after little Melody was born. Once Melody was of age, her mother turned her."

All the members of the Volturi scanned the females, a bit of pity lying in the hearts of mainly the females for the girl Harmony.

"These two, Willow and Abigail, as your bond reader over there can tell, are mates. They joined a century later, not having anywhere else to go, and not wanting to be alone. I welcomed them in, no questions asked. For myself, I was changed by a nomad who attacked my tribe, and ended up only turning me. Originally I wanted to form a Coven to get my revenge, but...I found that putting others at risk for something that happened to me would not be right. " Catori finished explaining, giving her sisters a quick smile before turning her hard gaze back on the crazed King.

Aro nodded, stretching out his hand. "If I may...?" He watched as she hesitantly placed her hand in his, and was quick to cover her hand with his other. His eyes focused on every good and bad memory, and everything that confirmed her story was true, but he cared not only for that. His eyes raised to look at Melody, and smirked.

"My, what a gift you bare sweet Melody."