Ugly nature

The two men were werewolves, a different breed from the man whose orders they followed. And there could only be two explanations for this.

First, they were either indebted to the vampire in one way or another. Or second, they were doing it of their own free will.

"There is nobody here, Milord." One of the men informed the figure who had stayed outside in wait.

"What do you mean?" His voice was grave.

"And you need to see this." The second werewolf added with an urgent tone.

Without another word, the vampire stepped inside the house. He brushed past his men to check on the corpse lying on the cold floor. His eyes swept the room slowly, from the dead man to his heart, and then from the broken table to the loose ropes."

His index finger swiped over the blood stain, and when he brought it close to his nose, he murmured, "It is still fresh. The angel must not be too far." He turned to his men.

"Search the vicinity for any sign."