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My head jerks toward the west.
Fitting.
There, about four blocks in the distance, I see a tall, imposing feature. He’s just on the edge of my line of sight and, using the moon, I take in his features.
Holy shit. He looks like an older, male version of me.
The blond hair. The honey gold eyes. The delicate features that give him a set of movie star-handsome looks. A muscular build. A tailored suit.
A vicious smile.
The Wicked Wolf of the West.
At that moment, twenty-six years of anxiety, of fear, ofhatredfor my birth father come roaring to the surface. My wolf remembers him, remembers the things he used to do to my mother, remembers how he’d pick her up by the scruff, throw her against the wall, then laugh while my mother cried and my wolf whined.
She has no loyalty to Jack Walker. She wants to see him dead, and I’m happy to oblige.
I poise myself to shift, letting my wolf have the honor of taking up the challenge that bastard Alpha threw at my feet by coming into my territory and using that name from the past.
However, right before I do, the whisper of the vamp closing in on me is suddenly undeniable.
He’s at my back. If I don’t defend it, I’ll never get the chance to go over to the Wicked Wolf.
Jumping to my feet, I turn on the vampire sneaking up on me. Good thing I reacted when I did since he’s only about twenty feet away from me. If I’d hesitated any longer, he might’ve had me.
That pisses me off, but not as much as the grin of delight wrapping around his fangs.
Already knowing what I’m going to find, I spin around.
Fuckingdamn it. He’s gone.
A distraction. He snuck his way into Muncie to distract me, and now I’m facing off against a vampire who already has his fangs fully extended, his pale eyes bleeding over to vivid red.
Glaring over at the vampire, I snap out, “I have bigger prey to go after. So turn around, walk away, and I’ll spare you. ‘Cause, trust me, you don’t want to do this.”
The vampire hisses at me. It takes me a second to realize that that was supposed to be a laugh. “Oh, believe me. I very much do want to do this.”
Hang on… he doesn’t havetwofangs extended. He hasone.
Great. How much do I want to bet that the other one is currently in the possession of Wicked Wolf Walker?
“Stefan wasn’t the only one, was he?”
“He got sloppy tonight. I heard he got caught. I won’t. And when I deliver you to your master, I’ll have the money to take on Zakharov and the satisfaction that I’ve personally rid Muncie of a bitch in heat.”
Dog cracks. Ha, ha. So funny.
Excuse me while Idon’tlaugh.
“He didn’t just get caught, dumbass. Roman executed him for betraying Muncie.”
“You see? That’s exactly why we can’t let Zakharov be in charge any longer.” Pointing at the sidewalk below his feet. “Marcel was a good leader. When he was the head of the Cadre, we ate like kings. None of this hiding from donors, working with mutts. Vamps ruled the whole city, and now we patrol for the vermin who crept in under the door. Not anymore.”
Marcel. Marcel Claret. I know who that is. The rogue vampire who let the power go to his head and murdered hundreds.
Good going, Gem. As if me walking this way wasn’t creepy enough, now I’m facing off against a vamp who’sproudof a mass murderer. Not only that, but I’m in the middle of the streets where they once ran with the blood of his victims with no one around to hearmescream.
Except—
