Trey
Moonlight pools in the arroyo, lining the ruts thirsty for water. There’s no sound but the highway in the distance and the crunch of our boots on the dry rock.
“How much farther?” Jared asks, just as a large shadow detaches from a group of rocks and flows down into the empty basin.
“There.” Tank, the pack’s second in command, jerks his chin towards the shadow, which cleaves into several distinct bodies. My skin prickles as I recognize the new arrivals. Dark and suit clad, with slick hair and inhuman good looks. Vampires.
My lips curl automatically, showing my teeth.
Garrett waves us forward. He marches right up to the group of vampires, stopping a few feet away from their leader. Tank, Jared and I fan out behind him, acting cool and unafraid. A few more of our pack take up watch
