When Salem and Harley arrived at the scene the scent of blood was so thick that the humans present could smell it, they could only image what the scent was doing to Salem's sensitive nose.
" You good? " Harley asked as they got closer to the apartment where the body, or what was left of it, was discovered by the landlord.
Salem looked like he was going to be sick from how strong the smell was, the summer heat wasn't making the scent any better.
" Y-Yeah. I'll be alright. " He replied, keeping his nose covered and breathing through his mouth, though it didn't really help.
Different blood scents affected werewolves in different ways, Fresh blood was like a siren calling to a sailor, it was so sweet, it was hard to resist as it called to a werewolf's inner beast to a fresh kill.
Old blood was very easy to ignore as it didn't have the same effect as fresh blood did. Sickly or dying blood was like a double edged sword, again it called to their inner beast at the thought of a free meal, but if something was sick, it kept them away.
And then there's the blood that they were smelling now, wretched, foul, rotten. Worse then rotten meat or eggs sprayed by a skunk, thrown into a blender, placed in an oven, and then left out to be shit on.
So yeah, the smell was aweful to Salem's sense of smell.
The scene itself looked as bad as it smelled, blood, guts, half eaten limbs, bits of bones and brain matter; Salem wasn't sure, but there looked to be one eye in a fish bowl and another stuck to the ceiling. There was hardly anything left of a body to be even be considered a body.
" How many people lived here? " Salem asked as he looked around, there was too much blood for it to be just one person.
" A husband and wife, Mr. and Mrs. Urizing. Landlord said he hadn't seen or heard from them for three days now. No one heard anything or saw anything strange. " A fellow detective, Pyres answered him.
" No kids, thank god. " He added as his stomach turned at the thought of coming into this if kids were also a part of this mess.
" Yeah. Adults are one thing, but cubs are another. " Salem agreed.
" So, what do you think Sal? A rogue werewolf? Or a drug-crazed cannibal? " Another detective, Markens asked, chewing on the end of his pen since he couldn't smoke at scenes anymore since Salem came in.
Salem took a deep breath, closing his eyes, he smelled the strong scent of a man and a woman, the former occupants of the apartment. The blood smelled of both, so it was both Mr. and Mrs. Urizing that were killed.
He crouched down on hands and knees, he sniffed around the area and caught the scent of a werewolf. One that wasn't apart of his pack, an outsider had come into his territory.
He felt his inner beast shift at the thought and scent of this rogue male that dared to come into his territory without permission and without even having the respect to come to him and ask to be here. On top of that, he dared to kill innocent people.
But he didn't kill them for food, he only ate their livers and hearts, not much of a meal for a werewolf, those were merely snacks. He killed them just to kill them, eating their hearts and livers because he was bored.
This would be no different compared to phsychopath in humans, killing his victums then making himself a sandwich because he didn't value their lives or saw them as people, merely toys that they wanted to break and see what made them tick.
Salem supposes that it could be the same for what his people call a rogue werewolf. A loner with no pack and resorting to this to survive rather than working with a pack.
" Yeah, Jimmy. It's a werewolf. He's not from my pack. "
" I figured that. Your pack doesn't attack humans. " Markens replied.
" No. And I've not not met this male either. This is the first that I've been aware of an outsider being here. And if any of my pack did know and not informed me, I'll deal with them personally. I'll ask around and see if anyone in the pack's met with this stranger in last couple of days. "
" Why do I feel a 'but' coming? " Harley asked coming back from looking over the rest of the scene, hearing what they said as she got closer.
" Because there is and we're going to have to be ready for more calls like this until that rogue is dealt with. He's killing just to kill. Taking only their hearts and livers as snacks. He probably tortured them first before he killed them. " Salem answered.
" Anyway tell who died first? " Pryes asked, almost afraid of the answer.
Sniff. " The male died slow. Meaning he was probably forced to watch his wife being raped in front of him as I smell semenal fluid over there. " Salem pointed to a spot at the end of the kitchen table, there was a stain there along with more blood.
" But that doesn't explain why no one heard anything. I don't see any thing could be used a gag or tying them up with. " Markens replied.
" He either took them with him or he used another method...(Sniff. Sniff) He used Hemlock. "
" Hemlock? Ain't that a flower? " Pryes asked.
" Yes. But they are also posionus. They can cause temporary paralysis. So while the husband was struggling to breath on top of not being able to move, he was forced to watch his wife being raped, while she was also bleeding out judging by that blood stain on the table. " Harley answered this time.
" What? I liked botany as kid. " She replied at the looks she got from the three men, two in disbelief while the other was impressed.
" So you got this while I go and call a meeting? " Salem asked.
" You know I do Lawrence. " She replied.
" Alright. I'll be back at the station after the meeting. " He replied back as he left the scene.