(Soundtrack: "Let Your Head Go" - Victoria Beckham)

Aurah and Richard walked through the corridor to reach the room where they were supposed to meet the Alpha of London pack, David Irons.

When Aurah suddenly grabbed her grandpa's hand, Richard bowed his head and gave her a stunned look.

"I won't believe it if you say that you're scared," he whispered to her.

"Of course I'm not," Aurah smugly replied as she took another deep breath to keep a stiff upper lip.

She wasn't afraid of werewolves, not even Samuel who was the third strongest werewolf of the world. However, she was concerned deeply. Would she be able to identify the real murderer?

According to a fae whom she met when she was 7, Aurah was a soul reader. She was one of the few people who could see the headlights of a person's past.

A soul reader usually does that by looking into their eyes. Aurah's way was a bit different. Drinking blood… Before Ben, she never drank another living person's blood. Richard once brought her some from the blood bank when she felt sick. But that doesn't count, does it?

Some of the pack were inside the room, probably just in case. Cause Aurah was a half-vampire. And they must have known that half-vampires were superior. Richard was surprised to see that. Aurah was just a child and he never thought that she could be equal to a werewolf. Seemingly, David Irons was thinking that she might be… Therefore 2 other werewolves were inside the room to guard their Alpha.

"Welcome to Great Britain," said David as he came to his feet and extended his hand to Richard.

"Thank you for having us here." Richard shook his hand.

David's eyes slipped to Aurah who was holding her grandfather's hand tightly. Before they arrived, Aurah had been told time and time again that she shouldn't look into an Alpha's eyes for more than two seconds. So, she hung her head unwillingly.

"This is my grandchild, Aurah Castle." Richard introduced her.

David eyes smoldered. "A vampire?" He asked with his nifty British accent. His voice was different than Ben's in tone, but the accent was the same.

"Half-vampire!" Aurah corrected him.

Richard had looked anxiously between Aurah and David until David's face softened.

"This is an extraordinary situation!"

"Extraordinary is my middle name." Aurah smiled winsomely.

"Take a seat, please!" David pointed at the couch with his hand.

The door swung open and a young woman with a tray in her hand walked in. She served the tea cups and left the room without saying a word.

After David took a sip of his tea, he asked; "How can I help you, Mr. Castle?"

"We're here to investigate a murder case.

"Are you a cop?" David raised an eyebrow as he took another sip of his tea.

Richard coughed. "No. I'm a scientist."

"So, why are interested in a chain of murders committed in London?"

Aurah cut in. "Because we think that these murders are committed by a werewolf."

David blew his cool. He put his tea cup on the table harshly.

"Are you telling me that a member of my pack is a psycho killer?"

"I hope not," Richard mumbled.

Aurah kept pressing him. "Why are you so surprised? Didn't you exile a member of your pack a couple of years ago for this matter?"

David grimaced. "You mean Ben, don't you?"

"Yes." Aurah frowned.

"Well, guilty or not, he was a trouble-maker," He said impassively.

"And you got rid of him?" Aurah tried hard not to grouse.

Richard put his arm around her shoulder as a warning. She paused before she became rude.

"Mr. Irons, I think I know why you are concerned. If the murderer is a werewolf, there will be a scandal in the whole werewolf society. And you'll be faced with prejudiced people and anti-werewolf communities. That's why you are not okay with goingfurther into the question."

David Irons listened to this elder man quietly. Richard continued as soon as he became positive that David wasn't angry.

"We have to stop it. Four women have been killed so far. And, if we don't do something about it, more women are going to be killed! I have a daughter and I have grandchild. I can't pretend like nothing's going wrong here."

"I understand your point." David looked away. "What are you planning to do about it?"

Richard looked at Aurah. "My grand child has a special talent; she's a soul reader. She can identify the murderer."

David was bewildered. He'd examined Aurah in detail for a few seconds before he spoke again. "I've heard about soul readers before, but I've never thought they do exist."

"Here is one of them!" Richard caressed his granddaughter's hair.

David met Aurah's gaze. She didn't bow her head this time. "What do you have to do, kid? Look into the eye?" He asked her.

"No, sir," Aurah said mildly. "In order to read someone's soul, I have to drink their blood."

"What the hell – " David stopped himself from cursing. "No way!"

"Mr. Irons, I know. What we are asking from you is not easy. But please think about it. Do you want to keep on living in a city where women are repeatedly being raped and killed?" Richard asked.

After a long pause, David collected himself and spoke:

"Please, be our guests tonight. Tomorrow, I'll summon all members of my pack. I hope Ms. Castle finds the murderer if he's one of us."

Richard and Aurah stood up. Richard shook hands with David. "Thanks for your kindness, but we're staying at Residence Inn. We'll be waiting for your call tomorrow."

"Harry," David said to his Beta. "Please, guard Mr. and Ms. Castle to their hotel."

"No need for that. Thank you," Richard replied.

"Good evening," David greeted them.

Richard and Aurah followed Harry to the front door of the house. Before they left the room, Aurah turned her head around and took one last look at London pack's Alpha who was nervous about what was going to happen tomorrow…