Nothing seemed to be as simple as Aeolian would have had expected it. IF a clan like this was at its last resort, then everything was much more serious. How could they hunt something that had no fear of anything, that did not tremble at the sight of bared teeth of a beast almost five times its weight and size? And yet, such a monster pulled him out of the freezing cold lake without too much hesitation and thought.
Sunk into his pillows, Aeolian was watching Aaron silently. The blond man seemed desperate. You could read it in his eyes. There was gloom, despair, fear and anger.
"Do you have any sort of info on this beast?" Marina asked with a silent whisper.
"Not really. We can only think it's some sort of striga, a vampire at its true form."
"I thought so too." Muffled Aeolian looking
