Wren emerged from the forest behind him and scanned the horizon before them. They were ten miles from town. Lights glimmered behind them and a vast darkness spread out before them. A sneer formed at her lips when she drew beside him. “Tracey’s two miles away. I can smell her.”
Roane already knew where they were. He couldn’t smell a past lover, but he felt them. Their army was intense, built on fury and lies. Some of them were confused. Those vampires followed their leader because they’d been told to, but a majority believed in finding the Immortal and destroying her. He could smell their fear, though many of them weren’t aware how deep their terror lay inside of them.
“Jacith is behind this. He’s not with them, but his influence is strong over them.”
Wren glanced at him. “You think he k
