Chapter 42

Scarlett’s POV

“What do you mean there wasn’t any blood?” The question sounded absurd even as I uttered it. How could someone bear claw marks, have her heart pulled out and fail to bleed?

“Not even the normal metallic scent Scarlett, it was the most mystifying thing I have ever seen.” I got up, beckoning him to follow me. My wolf and I were restless because of the foreign scent on him. It didn’t matter whether the girl was dead, the only scent he was supposed to have was mine alone.

“Come on, you need to at least take a shower if not a bath.” He groaned but got up nonetheless, dragging his feet towards the bathroom.

“There will be a meeting tomorrow, maybe the elders might have a clue about the absence of blood.” He took off his clothes, his eyes directed at me.

I cleared my throat when the last piece of clothing was thrown into the laundry basket. “True, I have a feeling it has something to do with magic.”

“Astra is the only warlock we know of,”