*~Caspian's POV~*
They had all scattered. The High House was already in disarray. Everyone was searching.. every room, every corridor.
From the look of things, it wasn't just the High House anymore. It felt like all of New Orleans was on edge. Searching. Panicking.
Where were they? Then we heard as soft commotion downstairs.
Without a word, we rushed back inside and down the stairs. That's when we saw —a maid. She was on the floor, her neck bruised and torn, as if something had bitten her. Leon and the other wolves had already surrounded her, their stances defensive, eyes sharp. But it wasn't just the wound.
Her body…oh god…her body was covered in black veins, pulsing and spreading like something had infected her. She wasn't dead. She was moving. Grunting. Her voice low and ragged:
"Blood… I need blood… give me blood."Her tone was animalistic and very desperate.
