After a while, Caleb finally spoke.
âLetâs try to catch the murderer first.
Our primary priority is to stop the killing.
Otherwise, it would only cause panic to other packs.
If members of other packs were killed, the consequences could be unpredictably dire.
The first problem will be the relationship between werewolves and witches.
It hasnât been the best ever since, with werewolves harboring fears about witches.
Then the riftâ¦â
He didnât need to finish because I knew what he meant.
If this hatred grew in the hearts of the werewolves, they would eventually condemn the witches because someone had to be responsible.
Silence enveloped us as I glanced at the sky, then at the gruesome corpse in silence.
âAlpha! Luna!â The chief of police approached us, making the tension disappear.
âHowâs the investigation going?â Caleb asked.
âWe have identified the cause of death and the victimâs identity.
His name is Ole Warren.
He was on his way home from drinking with his friends at a pub last night.
His friends told us that he frequented this square to take a shortcut.
He was probably attacked here after leaving the pub drunk.
â
âHow about the murderer?â Caleb asked after a moment.
Unfortunately, the chief shook his head.
âWeâve looked, but the attacker didnât leave any traces except for the body.
There are also no witnesses because there are no surveillance cameras on this part of the road and no passersby at night.
â
Caleb furrowed, his voice cold and distant.
âHave you not concluded anything from how the perpetrator killed the victim? It was very peculiar.
â
âYouâre right; the method of murder is unique and brutal.
Weâve never seen anything like this before, so weâre trying to find out more about it.
The only thing weâre sure about is that the victim died once his blood was drained completely in the grass behind the square.
â
The chiefâs answer seemed to disturb Caleb as hearing it only deepened his frown.
âInvite everyone who drank with Ole to the station, and find out every single detail before the incident.
Double-check all the cameras near the area during the killing and report any suspicious individual,â
Caleb commanded sternly after pondering on it for a moment.
âYou got it, Alpha!â the chief obliged.
Because of the seemingly stagnant progress of the case we saw after visiting the crime scene, Caleb and I grew increasingly concerned, so we went to the police station with the chief.
According to the investigation procedure, Zeke, who first reported the scene, and Ollieâs friends were called to the station for their statements and questioning.
But as I predicted, no one among them knew anything of substance about the victimâs death.
Zeke told the police the same thing he said in the meeting.
âI saw the body when I was exercising in the morning.
I was so scared that I just ran away.
I saw nothing else.
â
Meanwhile, Ollieâs friends couldnât do anything but regret and grieve the loss of their friend.
âWe always hang out over drinks, then go home by ourselves.
He could handle his liquor, so we never worried about him afterward.
Nothing bad ever happened before anyway.
â
âThatâs right.
And despite being an orphan, Ole was friendly with everyone.
He never fought with anyone; he was that kind.
â
âIf you hadnât called me here, I wouldnât even know he was dead.
He was such a good person, after all.
Who would even dare to do this to him?â
In the end, the thorough, yet fruitless questioning made us dismiss looking into Ollieâs personal relationships.
It felt like we hit a dead end.