Ian    “With Leo in our custody and no leads from Mattie, we’re back to square one.” Across from me in the packhouse dining room, Sean pecks away at his laptop in frustration.“Don’t worry, Sean.” Bleary-eyed, Jack makes his way to the coffee and a moment later, plops down in the chair beside Sean. “If you two losers are doing my job, all hell will break loose soon enough. Thank the goddess David’s handling the actual legwork.”I take a sip from my own cup, glaring at Jack over it. “Look who’s bright and chipper and starting shit first this morning. I’m going to have Darby lullaby your kids to sleep all day so they’re up all night.”Jack snorts. “As if she’d have to. They’re sympathy criers. Eve

Darby    “Girl, ya wan’ know wha’ dat baby is? Well, let’s find out.” Vermillion drains her glass, reaching behind her to set it on the sofa table.It’s some beverage she calls a Hurricane but all I know is it’s exceptionally sweet and heavy on rum. Opening the small clutch purse that doubles as a wallet and a cellphone case, Vermillion removes a deck of cards. “Now, I may not be de hoodoo queen o’ New Orleans,” in her Louisiana drawl, the name comes out as ‘Na’Arlans’, “but I tell ya, girls, I ain’ never been wrong ‘bout babies.”Leaning forward so she can reach the coffee table in front of Kasey, Vermillion shuffles the cards. She waits as Anna and Lili draw an oversized ottoman up so they can see. Kallie crowds close

Sean “Lemme get dis straight.” Big Easy leans back in his chair, burly arms crossed over his broad chest. In daylight, the skull type tattooed mask around his eyes is even more pronounced and adds significantly to the impression of wariness. “All ya’ll someting extra. Ever’ single one o’ ya in de Candlewood leadership.”Jack raises his hand. “I’m normal.”A hard snort and hearty laughter explodes from Big Easy’s mate where she’s perched on the arm of his chair and from Tarot in the seat next to him. “Jack,” Vermillion drawls, “much as we love ya, ain’ nobody accuse ya o’ bein’ normal, even if ya didn’t shift in half de time other wolves do.”Facing me, Jack mutters, “Why does everybody always say that?”“Is there really an issue for you, Big Easy?” Leo bites defensively. “Your mate and your sister wield the tarot cards like the Fates. Tarot there,” his eyes light on her and soften, skimming her from head to foot where she lounges comfortably with a sly smirk curling her lips, “she

Sean    “Ready, little girl?”Tossing the two beaded braids below her ear over her shoulder, Sandy flashes me a heart-stopping grin and tucks her backpack of clothes in a sheltered niche above the water level at high tide. Naked and flinching at both the cold air and the sharp stones on the shallow cave’s floor, she grabs the two waterproof equipment packs and heads for the cold, northern Pacific water. “Last one in’s a smelly wolf.”“You’ll regret that.” Hobbling to the same niche where my mate left her clothes, I stuff my pack in beside hers. “Hold up, Sandy. My phone’s ringing.”Shoving my hand in the outer pocket, I retrieve the device, immediately alarmed to see Ian’s number. “Ian?”

Jack    Tessa, Ian and I are deep into the mine now, with no signal to the mapping device and following a blind tunnel. There’s occasional jabber on the pack link as pockets of vampires are located and swiftly killed, but no one’s found any sign of Darby. Or any other non-vampire for that matter.The whole mine reeks of vamps, like a fucking cesspool of eviscerated decomposing body and rotten eggs. And I don’t mean eggs a little yucky and past their time. I mean the kind that explode the grey muck of ghastly stench that poisons your olfactory memory for the rest of your days. It’s fucking revolting.The fuck? Do they just not have noses? How the hell can these vamps live trapped in this stink?They are foul creatures, Triumvir.