POV: Silas
Location: Warehouse, Shadwell
Time: Two Days Before Callum's Release
I'm processing a werewolf corpse when Tom arrives with the special order. The body on my table is fresh, maybe six hours dead. Male wolf, mid-thirties, killed in the fighting pits. Clean death, throat torn out, organs intact.
The necromancers will pay well for the heart and liver. The medical students will take tissue samples for research. The vampire collector wants the eyes for some experiment I don't ask about.
This is my business. Two hundred years of acquiring supernatural bodies and selling them to interested buyers. It's macabre work but it's profitable. And more importantly, it generates information.
Every body tells a story. How they died. Who killed them. What pack politics or criminal activitie
