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This was why the bloodsuckers wanted the opal. Why…
Kodiak’s skin prickled. Ash’s crazy talk was quickly adding up. He rubbed his chin, mind racing to fit all the pieces together.
Fuck.
Maybe the vampires’ ritual had worked, at least to an extent, and given them the ability to be out in the late afternoon, when the sunlight was weakest.
It all could’ve been made possible through Tahla’s sacrifice.
The thought made Kodiak sick.
Made him sick and brought a twisted sense to the table. Along with a terrible sense of foreboding.
Because a chilling question remained.
No matter how much he turned it over in his head, there was no answer he liked.
What did the vampires want with Tamaska?
Why was she so valuable to them?
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The others watched Kodiak closely,waiting for him to say something.
The urge to go after Tamaska made it hard to concentrate. No matter why the vampires were interested in her, the reason wasn’t going to be good.
He had to stop them. Keep her safe.
“I think you’re onto something, Ash,” Kodiak said.
“What?” Skoll swung his gaze around the room. “That’s bullshit.”
“We don’t have all the facts yet, Skoll. This is only the start. We need to get out there and get more intel,” Ash said.
“The vampires are trying to evolve.” Kodiak shook his head, the concept at the edge of his awareness.
“Like fuck, they are.” Skoll tapped his foot on the carpet to a private, angry beat.
“If they find a way to use the gem and start going out during the day, imagine the chaos they would cause.” Kodiak held back his shudder. “Fuck me. Ash, would it make them less susceptible to us?”
She shrugged. “You mean scent-wise?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t know.”
Time would tell…if they allowed this to happen. But even if it was harder to pick up the stink of a vampire, they’d have more time to do what they wanted. Like go on a rampage, turn more humans, and that meant the shifters would struggle to keep them under control.
“We can’t let it reach that point,” he said. “If we leave it until they have that, then our job might be too hard.”
“That,” Channing said, “sounds like defeat.”
He pinned the young wolf with a frown. “It’s called common sense and thinking out each and every angle. We need to understand our weaknesses as well as strengths.”
“Which are?” Onai looked about the room.
