Stan's mind worked at high speed. 'They said 'livestock.' They said 'not a True Human.' They know what a True Human is. They know the taxonomy of the old world. Then they should be of the old world.' He looked around the circle.
The bodies. The speed. The bare chests in sub-zero air. The casual predator's confidence.
'What are they? Vampires? Werewolves? Or demihumans? Or something from the same era? They didn't vanish. Or at least, not all of them did. Or they've come back.'
'They can't be Werewolves or demi humans, if not there should obvious features on their bodies... That leaves the lady option, are they Vampires?'
He was just speculating, he can't say for sure if his guesses were right or wrong... He kept his face composed.
