Chapter 47
Third Person POV
Damon frowned. He could smell the scent of blood-tinged with the scent of various animals. His informant, another vampire called Charles, motioned to the body, which was in pieces, motioning to the deceased girl's head and neck. Damon, fighting the urge to gag, leaned closer and examined it carefully. He frowned. There was no doubt about it then.
“It’s definitely a bite mark from more than a single vampire” Damon muttered, “those are the piercing marks from fangs. But I wasn’t aware there was a pack nearby, besides the castle vampires.”
“There isn’t,” Charles said grimly “and there are no rogues, I’ve been keeping a close eye out. I fear this has to be one or more of the vampires residing at the castle. She smells of the castle, it’s the merest scent of it,
