Ian
The leech, aka Mr Bloodwhore or my new bestie, was escorted down the cellar of the main house where we stored the good beer. The celler must have been built to contain a wayward wolf but we had never used it. There was never any need for an iron tight room that acted as a cage.
There were still barrels of wine Kev made back last year, ready for his new restaurant and they would have to be removed.
Questioning Mr Bloodwhore would have to wait until tomorrow; we figured how they managed to get around the patrol, wolfs bane. f**k I hate that stuff. Guess we had let our guard down a little in our own haven, that needed to change, fast. Mal confirmed that they were tracking the scent and the Vampire must have slipped by. Patrol numbers were increased and a heavy presence of MC members
