Page 68 of The Chosen One Universe: Volume One

“Yeah.”

“Besides, this will be the first place Alpha looks for us, I bet. I mean, come on she took us back to the same place? That wasn’t very smart, was it?”

Henry looked hopeful for the first time. “No. And Meshaq knows here, too.”

“Exactly. So now we wait. Here, let’s put your socks on. I bet your feet are still cold.”

Sam knelt down and pulled the socks back out, hoping to distract Henry, if only for a moment. He helped Henry put them on and then Henry sighed as he leaned into Sam, wrapping his arms tightly around Sam’s waist. “I don’t want her to hurt you.”

“Well, I don’t want her to hurt you either.”

The door burst open and Mrs. Foote reappeared, this time with a snarling man at her side. Something was wrong with him, but Sam didn’t know what. He pushed Henry behind him again.

“Well?” Mrs. Foote asked.

“I don’t know. It’s fading.” The guy inhaled, snorting air in like he was trying to get high. He snarled once more and turned bright blue eyes onto Sam. “I smell the hellhound for sure.”

It was his eyes. They weren’t right. Vaughn’s eyes brightened to that brilliant shade of blue Sam knew and loved. This guy’s were almost there, but there was a darkness to them, a dullness that didn’t seem natural. He definitely wasn’t the same kind of shifter his family was.

“What do you want?” Sam demanded as he kept Henry tucked up close.

“Where are the others? The cubs?”

“With the hellhounds.”

The man snarled and started toward Sam, but Mrs. Foote grabbed his arm and held him back. “He’s human. The hellhounds will come.”

Sam kept his smug look to himself, turning his face away as they left the room. He held Henry close and looked out the window at the late afternoon sun. “Come on, Vaughn. Find us.”