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surplus bomber jacket over his wiry frame—shifted just as quickly to his own ruddy brown werewolf form.
“You’re going to be sorry you found me, Ferguson,” the rogue snarled through fangs and snout.
Calum growled back, still stocking the other shifter in circles and weighing the moment to pounce. “So you do know who I am. You targeted my sister to get to me, but then you don’t want me to come looking for you?”
“I never had the slightest interest in your lordly ass,” Ballard said with what passed for laughter in half-form. It was a sharper, chilling sound not at all like a human’s. “Some fancy fucking vampire wanted your sister to get to you. She was just currency to me. Payment for my end of the bargain.”
Snarling with growing rage, Calum lunged forward and snapped at Ballard. The wiry beast was too fast and dodged away into deeper shadow.
“You bargain with vampires? That’s beneath even a rogue.”
Ballard laughed again, unwisely hinting at his location while Calum closed in on him in the darkness. “Your disapproval doesn’t mean jack shit to me, Highlander. The blood of the Vegas pack in my mouth better than a bottle of Jack Black label, worth any bargain. When they’re gone, the rogues will remain, and we’d be like nothing you’ve ever seen. The power of wolves. The immortality of vampires. The packs will cower then.”
The immortality of vampires? With his beast much more in control than the man, Calum struggled to grasp the full implication of what he thought the rogue was suggesting.
“You think that wolves can be made vampires?” Even the words tasted bad him.
“The right line of wolves? Oh, yes. But I don’t need to convince you. So long as I have these vampires willing to indulge my wild ideas, whether they think it will work or not, and all I had to do was bring them your sister.”
Calum’s reaction to the mention of Kenzie and what this bastard had tried to do was to drop down onto all fours into his full wolf form. His dark wolf leapt into the shadows where he thought Ballard was, but it was a trick, a whole, and long fall tumbling down the remains of two flights of crumbling concrete stairs. Even in wolf form, bones broke and skin tore.
Dazed for a moment, the dark wolf shook his head and leapt to his feet.
To find he was surrounded by wolves that were not his.
Chapter Eleven
T homas Davenport eyed the rude vampire called Simon and demanded, “Why have you followed me here? This is none of your business.”
The burly, shaven-headed figure who should have been running some sort of small-time crime ring in a shabby part of London sauntered arrogantly into the room to stand between Thomas and Angie and look back and forth between them. He emanated a menace that actually made Angie wish she was closer to Davenport, saving not being in the room with them at all.
“My business that you can’t get over the idea of shagging this bird when you should just be feeding on her?” Simon asked. Then he shrugged and nodded. “Yeah, I’d say that’s none of my business. By that ain’t the only matter here, Davenport. There are bigger issues at hand.”
“Bigger issues?” Thomas glared appraisingly at his fellow vampire.
“There are, shall we say, bigger plays to be made.”
A split-second too late, Davenport seemed to catch the meaning that this was Simon’s bigger play—against him.
Fangs and talons instantly bared, the two vampires clashed and swiped and struggled. Seeing her chance during the distraction, even though it made her blood run cold, Angie started toward them in hopes of skirting around the struggling vampires and reaching the door. She could scream now, too, without worry that one of them is going to stop her. The pack guards would hear….
But before Angie could scream for help, Simon threw off Thomas and lunged for her. His hand gripped her throat to draw her back up tight against him, to act as a shield between himself and the other snarling
“You’re going to be sorry you found me, Ferguson,” the rogue snarled through fangs and snout.
Calum growled back, still stocking the other shifter in circles and weighing the moment to pounce. “So you do know who I am. You targeted my sister to get to me, but then you don’t want me to come looking for you?”
“I never had the slightest interest in your lordly ass,” Ballard said with what passed for laughter in half-form. It was a sharper, chilling sound not at all like a human’s. “Some fancy fucking vampire wanted your sister to get to you. She was just currency to me. Payment for my end of the bargain.”
Snarling with growing rage, Calum lunged forward and snapped at Ballard. The wiry beast was too fast and dodged away into deeper shadow.
“You bargain with vampires? That’s beneath even a rogue.”
Ballard laughed again, unwisely hinting at his location while Calum closed in on him in the darkness. “Your disapproval doesn’t mean jack shit to me, Highlander. The blood of the Vegas pack in my mouth better than a bottle of Jack Black label, worth any bargain. When they’re gone, the rogues will remain, and we’d be like nothing you’ve ever seen. The power of wolves. The immortality of vampires. The packs will cower then.”
The immortality of vampires? With his beast much more in control than the man, Calum struggled to grasp the full implication of what he thought the rogue was suggesting.
“You think that wolves can be made vampires?” Even the words tasted bad him.
“The right line of wolves? Oh, yes. But I don’t need to convince you. So long as I have these vampires willing to indulge my wild ideas, whether they think it will work or not, and all I had to do was bring them your sister.”
Calum’s reaction to the mention of Kenzie and what this bastard had tried to do was to drop down onto all fours into his full wolf form. His dark wolf leapt into the shadows where he thought Ballard was, but it was a trick, a whole, and long fall tumbling down the remains of two flights of crumbling concrete stairs. Even in wolf form, bones broke and skin tore.
Dazed for a moment, the dark wolf shook his head and leapt to his feet.
To find he was surrounded by wolves that were not his.
Chapter Eleven
T homas Davenport eyed the rude vampire called Simon and demanded, “Why have you followed me here? This is none of your business.”
The burly, shaven-headed figure who should have been running some sort of small-time crime ring in a shabby part of London sauntered arrogantly into the room to stand between Thomas and Angie and look back and forth between them. He emanated a menace that actually made Angie wish she was closer to Davenport, saving not being in the room with them at all.
“My business that you can’t get over the idea of shagging this bird when you should just be feeding on her?” Simon asked. Then he shrugged and nodded. “Yeah, I’d say that’s none of my business. By that ain’t the only matter here, Davenport. There are bigger issues at hand.”
“Bigger issues?” Thomas glared appraisingly at his fellow vampire.
“There are, shall we say, bigger plays to be made.”
A split-second too late, Davenport seemed to catch the meaning that this was Simon’s bigger play—against him.
Fangs and talons instantly bared, the two vampires clashed and swiped and struggled. Seeing her chance during the distraction, even though it made her blood run cold, Angie started toward them in hopes of skirting around the struggling vampires and reaching the door. She could scream now, too, without worry that one of them is going to stop her. The pack guards would hear….
But before Angie could scream for help, Simon threw off Thomas and lunged for her. His hand gripped her throat to draw her back up tight against him, to act as a shield between himself and the other snarling
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