“You do suspect a werewolf then.” Mariella said, her eyes alight with this knowledge. True, they would need to wait a good long time until the next full moon and the conformation of this suspicion but it would be more than worth the wait to see Isiah’s downfall. “Would we be able to meet this young man? Inspect his wounds?” If he was a werewolf then his blood would be tainted, fouled. Not that she would drink from him. The reaction to werewolf blood in a vampire was not a pretty one, but she could at least try to be of some help before the full moon. They still wouldn’t know for sure, even then, not until the moon had passed safely over them and the boy was either undead or mortal.
“If it is not one of your pack, Isiah, where do you think this creature came from?”