Chapter 218: He Might Be Our Vampire
Rhett took a hesitant step into the room, scrunching his nose when the strong metallic scent of blood hit him.
The room was painted with blood, from the floorboards to the ceiling, but that wasn’t the most disturbing bit of it. Lying close to the entrance were the dried headless bodies of three soldiers, and from their position in the room, it was obvious that they’d been killed around the same moment that they stepped into the room. Meaning, that their killer wasn’t just one ordinary vampire.
Rhett wanted to make himself believe that they’d been attacked by multiple vampires all at once, but his common sense told him otherwise. There didn’t seem to be much of a struggle and the soldiers hadn’t even drawn out their weapons. Whoever did this was a calculative one-man army, killing them without hesitation after sneaking in.
He was also able to guess that the Beta was the one who called these soldiers up to their deaths to help him.
His gaze landed on Darius’s body one last time. His eyes were wide open, and he seemed to have this look of remorse etched on his face. In his final moments, the Beta was finally able to show actual remorse. But remorse for what? For how he’d been a shitty person?
Rhett scoffed to himself but his eyes flashed with pity. As annoying as the Beta had been, no one deserved such a death. And now seeing his lifeless body on the floor made him come to a logical conclusion.
Darius wasn’t a traitor.
"May the moon goddess grant you... Peace." He muttered as he closed the eyes of the Beta. He only pitied the Luna for the loss of her father.
After saying a little prayer, he rushed to his office and solemnly announced into the microphone. "All enlisters, gather at the center of the camp. This is not a drill. The Beta is dead."