Chapter Twenty Three

"A ghoul? A fucking ghoul ?" James deadpanned, he was tired and could feel the anxiety rising up, and it would not end well. The only thing that made him calm down and stop the incoming disaster was Elijah placing a hand on his shoulder as he took his turn to talk;

"Mason, look at it from a logical perspective. It's basically impossible for a ghoul to live inside the castle without anyone noticing"

"They are literally cannibals " Oliver pitched in, looking at nothing, picking at the skin around his fingernails . Vampires who cannibalized on other vampires was not exactly something that he was excited about. They were punished with execution for a reason. His training to reach to where he was now did not cover ghouls. Going against nature with consumption of vampire flesh which also drives them crazy, making them act erratic and dangerous, it's completely immoral. It gave them extra strength. Double the trouble, to put it simply.