Even werewolves couldn’t identify us without seeing our fangs or red eyes, so my chance of being attacked was almost zero
I took a long drink of my coffee.
Lattes were second only to blood in my book, and it was a close competition.
Harper opened her mouth to say something, but a piercing scream stopped her. We both jumped at the sudden noise.
What the hell?
Screaming definitely wasn’t a frequent occurrence in Darkwood Investment’s headquarters.
I flashed Harper an alarmed look before rushing out of the bathroom, forcing myself to move at a humanishpace.
There was a crowd gathering in the hallway outside a glass-walled office. All of our coworkers were either on their way over or already there.
We joined the massive, moving group, letting them carry us down the hallway until we were outside the office too.
I craned my neck, trying to see over the other men and women in front of me.
Someone to my right passed out, taking two other people down with them.
I couldn’t smell blood, so I didn’t think there was a gruesome crime scene, but something was obviously going on.
Gasps and whispers flooded the group.
It took me a few seconds to separate one panicked voice from another.
“Is he dead?”
“That has to have come from fangs, right?”
“He’s definitely not breathing.”
“How did this happen?”
“How long has he been dead for?”
“There’s a vampire working here? Who? Where?”
“Someone needs to call the Alpha.”
It took a solid two minutes before everyone in front of me moved just enough that I could get a good look at the scene.
When I did, I sucked in a sharp breath.
Steven was draped over his desk. The side of his neck was torn wide open, but there was no blood in sight.
Someone had drained him completely, then ripped his neck to hide the size of their bite.
It was a vampire classic, as far as killing went. I’d been shown pictures throughout my childhood, trained and traumatized by my loving parents so I would understand the damage I could do if I wasn’t in full control of myself at all times.
But who would’ve done it?
A group of werewolves known as the Alpha Pack ran Vast City. They were the largest, most powerful wolf pack that existed,and much to the chagrin of the human government who tried to pretend they were on top, the wolves owned most of the large companies in the city. Hell, in the world.
Including my workplace.
Draining someone in our office building was like waving a red flag at a bull.
