Vampires, ghosts, even werewolves were all things Mitchell knew. He'd even met a zombie one. But a minotaur? For a moment he could only stare. How was that even possible? Minotaurs only existed in books, in legend. Of course most people thought the same about vampires, ghosts, werewolves, and zombies.
"Bloody hell," he muttered, the words thick with his accent. He knew he needed to move, he needed to do something, but...he felt rooted to the spot, frozen in place. His fangs would be useless against that thing.