FODEN'S POV
Dressed in all black, he blended in with the shadows between street lights.
A necessary evil when patrolling the streets for any nefarious activity. Particularly of the bloodsucking kind.
Despite the absence of their alphas, it was just any other midnight in Frostone. Most bars and dinners already closed for the night. The occasional street car trundled by. Hardly would you run into anyone at this time of night. Only the strays from clubs or workplace.
Foden lingered in Wesmish avenue, trolling the crossings along the bridge. The last four drained and cold bodies had been discovered within the vicinity. Almost as if the culprit preferred having the thickness of the woods nearby.
Among all the shops and service buildings crisscrossing the avenue, only one pub remained open at this time. Despite the territory wide warning issued days ago by the alphas, some still chose to cut too close to the midnight curfew.
Well, now they'd have to be the bait for tonight.
