Chapter 262: Someone Of His Blood
Sleeping didn’t seem to be an option that night, so Rhett instead spent his time working on another case.
He and Farkas had concluded that there was a high-ranked traitor in their midst a while back, and Rhett had suspected Beta Darius... Before his death.
After reporting the Beta’s death to Alpha Beowulf, he noticed something off about him and began suspecting that he was the traitor.
However, with everything he’d discovered today, he was beginning to rethink that as well.
"Fergus..." He muttered to himself as he drummed his fingers on his table.
A vampire so cunning that he’d kept himself hidden in their midst all this while without arousing any suspicions. Rhett felt like there was more to him than meets the eye.
The night of the last vampire attack, someone had definitely informed the vampires of their moon festival. It wasn’t a coincidence, it was a pre-meditated attack. If this traitor was ignored and allowed to live, then their plans for the war would be in jeopardy.
"What if I’ve been looking at things from the wrong angle?" Rhett mused as he stood up, trying to piece things together.
He needed to think like the traitor. If he were a traitor working with the vampires, what would be his gain? What promise could they use to rile him in?