When Nick and Dahlia arrived at the spice shop, Rosalie, her face bruised, was cleaning Monroe's wound.
The Wolf Wesen was covered in blood and looked terrifying. His clothes had largely been torn into strips above the waist, exposing his furry chest beneath. The blood on his chest hair had already clotted. The good news was that most of the blood did not appear to be his.
Monroe's only wound was on his left arm, right where Rosalie was cleaning. He had taken a 9mm pistol round, but fortunately, it had missed the bone. The bullet had already been removed intact and was now lying in a metal tray on the table.
"Why didn't you call the police? How bad is it? Where are the bodies?" Nick could not help letting out a sigh of relief at the sight, then followed it with three questions in a row.
"The bodies are in the basement. You were right. Those two came back for the rest of the 'J.' As for why we didn't call the police..."
Grimacing in pain, Monroe gestured with his eyes toward the basement entrance. "Go down and see for yourself."
After telling Dahlia to stay and give Rosalie a hand, Nick entered the basement storeroom alone. He had barely reached the bottom of the stairs when he caught a strong smell of blood.
For a moment, he thought he had walked onto the set of some B movie. Blood spatter and torn-off limbs were scattered throughout the storeroom, amid the piled boxes and shelves.
This was Nick's first real glimpse of a Blutbad's savage fighting ability. With nothing but his own strength, Monroe had turned the underground space into a bloody hellscape.
An arm and an entire thigh lay on the floor near the stairs. A single