Nigel was slowly and cautiously walking in the direction from where the scent of blood was coming. The closer he got, the more his claws and fangs elongated. Deep in his heart, he knew that he should have just run away but the curiosity to find out that source of blood was not letting him run.
He was taking deep breaths in and out so as to control his emotions. He was trying his best not to think about the blood and was trying to divert his mind by thinking about how his wedding reception was going to be.
His happy thoughts were disrupted when suddenly his foot stepped on something wet and sticky. He looked down and saw a pool of blood. His breathing got heavier when he saw the rest of the scene. There was a bloody track ahead of him as though someone had dragged a dead body somewhere. He followed the trail left by that blood while pinching his nose and holding his breath.
