Emily's POV
The rain fell heavily against the bulletproof glass of the town car as though it was mourning elder Jacobs on my behalf. Marco drove to a hidden, private clinic in a quiet quarter of Milan.
Elder Jacobs lay on a steel table in a chilled room. He looked peaceful, like he was asleep. But the faint, acid scent clinging to his clothes of bitter almonds masked by his expensive cologne confirmed everything.
The hit was a fast clean one, the assassin used a drug called wolfsbane derivative, made from bitter almonds and very dangerous to wolves. My greatest bet was that the killer was a professional.
I stood over him, watching his cold body solemnly. Elder Jacobs was the only man, who loved me so dearly, apart from my dad.
He taught me how to track, and had always slipped me lem
