As Rhett watched her go, a faint call to order from in front of the investigation room caused him to turn his gaze to meet Farkas standing by the door.
"Heard that?" Rhett asked him without delay.
Farkas shut his eyes and nodded simultaneously. "I did, Rhett."
"So what do you think?" Rhett was already walking toward his office while Farkas followed behind.
Farkas sighed heavily. "I have been wondering what could have been killing those victims. I think I have my best bet now."
Farkas was a military advisor but he could also have a sharp detective skill. Rhett hadn't thought of that, but he knew he had suspected those bite marks and style of killing in those victims to be that of a vampire.
However, the fact that vampires couldn't drink wolf blood continued to kill that hypothesis. If there was a special vampire who was ancient and powerful enough to blend in the pack without getting noticed, he'd be hungry for sure at a point.
