238 Chapter 238

Two weeks later, at the western side of the city, the scent of blood carried on the thin, wintry breeze. It was faint, fresh, a coppery tickle in the nostrils of the vampire warrior who leaped soundlessly from the roof of one dusk-shadow building to another. It had been days since he started hunting again and still he didn't have any idea about his real mission.

Snowflakes fell around him like floating white ash, blanketing the city that spread out beneath him some six stories down.