Lordic counted the werewolves that his vampires managed to round up as silently as possible. The less noise they made, the better. He didn’t want to rouse any suspicions they couldn't afford.
“This is it?” he asked, disappointed. They managed to bring in twenty-five werewolves. He stared at the werewolves. Most of them had cuts and bruises. It looked like they tried to fight but failed. They sat there looking terrified and lost with their bound hands and legs.
They needed more than this. Werewolves were strong and could endure most things. But they wouldn’t survive for long if they were sucked blood every second of every day. They'd have to do it twice a day at this rate, which wasn’t as fast as he wanted. He wanted to get this done as soon as possible. Maximus would be checking in as
