Chapter 215: The Old Man's Tale

Something was chasing him, something fast. He ran blindly as fast as his vampiric speed could carry him, but the creature kept gaining on him until it leapt and pinned him to the snow-covered ground. 

The vampire screamed, trying to fight the creature off by turning around but it went for the throat. 

The sharp canines dug into his throat and tore his windpipe out, splaying blood on the white snow below him like a splash of molten lava. 

Life left the vampire's eyes as he ceased to breathe. 

The wolf victoriously snarled and shifted back to Siroos. With disdain and disgust, he watched the dead vampire and spat on him before walking back towards the village. 

He wiped his face removing the filthy blood of the vampire using his arm. 

"Disgusting creatures," he mumbled to himself. 

"Did you get him?" Faris asked, seeing his brother approach. He had shifted back to his human form.