~Tristan~
Darius walked out of the cell only to stand in front of it.
This time Tristan walked in. He stood in front of the pile of women before extending a hand into his pocket and pulling out a handkerchief. He did it into the file of women and held it up in front of it, inspecting what it was.
"That's vomit." Darius informed Tristan but the latter did not reply.
Tristan inspected it very carefully before making any assumptions. It was blood but by the colour of it which was the darkest shade of red and not all the colour of blood it became obvious that this blood was rotten from the inside.
Rotten blood could only mean one thing. Poison.
But how was a poison supposed to work in such a way that it would rot the blood of a wolf but not kill him? Because the main purpose should have been to kill the creature.
Allan appeared on his side. "It is poison." He stated confirming the suspicion of the Vampire king.