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Chapter 12 — Allies in the Fog

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The fog thickened as we pulled off the road, tires crunching over wet gravel. Travis kept one hand on the wheel, the other brushing damp strands of hair from his eyes. I could feel the tension in him—the same way I felt it in myself. Hunters were getting bolder, and instinct told me we were running out of time.

“We need eyes and ears,” I muttered. “We can’t keep flying blind forever.”

Travis shot me a sideways grin, pale eyes glinting. “I suppose that means visiting friends, then. Friends with fangs. And maybe a flair for dramatic entrances.”

I groaned. “You always make it sound so casual.”

“Casual is my specialty,” he said, shrugging, then gave a playful wink. “Besides, they owe me favors. And we could use a little… backup.”

We followed a narrow, winding road until we reached a rundown warehouse that looked abandoned to any human eye. The fog wrapped around it like a blanket, hiding it from the street. Travis parked behind a stack of crates, and we slipped inside, moving quietly.

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