Born In Blood (Born Hunter Book 1) by Nia Davenport Page B

mind.
                  “You honestly don’t think it was a vampire that killed my father?”
                  “No, I do not.”
                  “Then what did?”
                  “If I divulge that information then you agree to work for me. You also agree that the information is classified and will not be shared with the Division or anyone else.” The threat of what would happen if it were shared was implicit.
                  Cara was not sure why she believed him but she was inclined to accept the vampire’s terms. What he said was more than a little preposterous, but at this point she did not have anything left to lose. She had followed dead end after dead end trying to find her father’s murderer. The Division had long since given up on helping her for that very reason. She was the only person alive who still cared about bringing her father’s killer to justice. Cara let out an audible sigh and thought to herself, same information, same results. New information, maybe I’ll get some new results. “I’m listening,” she said aloud to Aiden.
                  He silently beckoned a vampire standing guard at Tuscany’s entrance to come forth. He held out his hand and the vampire placed a large manila envelope in it. The contents of the envelope were a series of pictures, which Aiden laid out one by one on the table. Each featured a different vampire but they all had one trait in common… they looked like they had been torn into by a wild animal.
                  A sense of déjà vu washed over Cara. The wounds were eerily similar to the gaping whole left in her father’s throat. No sooner than she completed the thought Aiden pulled one final photograph out of the envelope and placed it beside the others on the table. Her eyes connected with the lifeless ones of her father, frozen open in stunned horror.  She forced her gaze to stay on his eyes, for even though she knew what lay below his chin, she was not prepared to actually see it again. It would force her to relive the horrible events of that morning all over again and she would not go there. She had not went there in a long time and she would not do so today either. Keeping her eyes locked with her father’s, Cara reached out and hastily flipped the photograph over. She looked up at Aiden.
                  “You think there is a connection between my father’s murder and those of these three vampires.” She did not bother phrasing it as a question because it wasn’t. 
                  Aiden nodded at her. “I do.”
                  “And you believe the culprit isn’t a vampire.”
                  “I do.”
                  “Then what the hell was it?”
                  “Wolves killed your father just as they killed three of my vampires and I intend to hunt them down and make them pay for it. I need the help of a skilled hunter to do so. My previous attempts to track them myself have been unsuccessful. ”
                  “You really think a wild animal killed my father and three vampires?!” Maybe Aiden was not as intelligent as she originally thought. Obviously he had a few screw loose.
                  “Not a wolf as in a Canis lupis. I mean wolves as in were-wolves,” Aiden said slow and controlled as if he was speaking to someone dense.
                  Cara chocked on the wine she had just taken a sip of. “Were-wolves are a myth.”
                  “So are vampires and we obviously exist along with the Fae who were banished from the mortal realm eons ago for reasons too ancient for anyone living to know of and witches who prefer to use their humanity to blend in with the larger human population. Beneath every myth lies a foundation of truth.”
                  Cara massaged her temples from the information overload.