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“Werewolf?” I ask. Vampires mostly drain their victims, not rip them to pieces, yet how do you explain the blood loss?
Axton says nothing, instead opening the passenger side door and motioning for me to climb in.
“He knows something,” Lexa states, and I agree, watching as he slides into the driver’s seat.
“You know something.”
“We aren’t sure. Not even Marco has come across something like this. It will cause hysteria if it gets out.”
“So the council has just been sitting on information?”
“No, Marco and I have been, though I don’t think we can hide it now.”
“Hide what, Axton, tell me.”
“We think it’s a form of strigoi.”
“Strigoi don’t exist anymore,” I tell him.
“We know, they haven’t for centuries, but it’s the only thing that makes sense, why we can’t catch them also explains why sometimes we find fur at the murder sites.”
“Fur?”
“Yes, vampires only need to feed once or twice a week. This thing is draining victims daily.” I gasp in horror. I’ve heard stories, but these creatures were hunted to extinction. They are the very reason humans feared vampires in the first place.
“Strigoi can shape shift,” I murmur, praying I remembered that wrong.
“Exactly.”
“You think one is in the city?”
“I think it’s not just hunting in the city; I think it’s within one of the packs.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Axton is quiet for the rest of the drive back to the packhouse. I didn’t know what to say or even think about what he told me because it only gives me more things to worry about. Especially knowing it could be literally anyone. Yet, I could tell Axton was serious, he wasn’t joking, and I can tell it scared him too.
“I don’t want you and the boys out on that ranch, it isn't safe. You need to move back to the city.”
Sighing, I glance at him and shake my head. “I can’t uproot my pack or abandon them out there, besides we have had no attacks out there and if anywhere is unsafe, it’s the city! That’s its hunting ground.”
“You are exposed out there. Omega women are no match for a strigoi, Elena! Not even I’m a match for a strigoi, no werewolf is!”
“Exactly! This has been going on for months, and it is clear whoever is doing this is targeting the packs within the city!” Lexa also agrees, most of the attacks have happened in the city, very few outside its borders, so why would I want to bring my pack to its hunting grounds? Axton growls and grits his teeth, his hands tightening on the steering wheel as he pulls on to his street.
Finally he exhales, his shoulders slump. “Fine, you’re probably right but you need to agree to let my men remain on your borders.”
“They can go where they please; just tell them to keep their distance from the women. Some are a little jumpy when it comes to men, but they can have full access.” I give in knowing it will cause issues, but their safety and our sons is what matters. Besides, saying no to extra patrols would be foolish and only cause more arguments. I am sick of arguing with Axton at every turn, especially when things are kind of pleasant at the moment.
“I’ll organize it before you leave tomorrow, don’t forget the council meeting is on Friday; I may try to move it to Wednesday.”
“I’ll bring the boys and mom. She can watch the boys for us at the packhouse?” Axton nods his head, a silly smile on his lips as he pulls into the garage.
"What's so funny?" I ask him.
"Nothing, it's nice not fighting with you." I chuckle and shake my head, it is a nice change that for once we can agree with each other.
“If you have your men watching my borders, will you have enough to watch the city?” Axton nods his head.
