Narrative P.O.V.
Cain stood around the large, oval-shaped table with six of his best strategists.
Of those men, Daniel and Jai were included. All of them wore a solemn expression, their eyebrows driven together as they studied the forensic evidence strewn in front of them.
Although an autopsy had been performed, there was no need to try and determine the cause of death.
The Indian Beta had been drained of every ounce of blood in his body. Large pictures of his corpse taken from different angles and of different parts of his body were lined up in front of the men. The lurid images told a story of a death so painful and gruesome that it made Cain's stomach twist.
His head hung from his body by a thread of a tendon, his neck nonexistent. It was as if the Vampire who had killed him had ea
