attention. “We’re under attack. Vampires. At least fifteen of them.”
He looked back at Angela, his eyes narrowed and the accusation on the tip of his tongue. “Did you know about this?”
Angrily she shook her head. “No. I swear. But they might be here because of me. My tribe leader…wants me. If he thought I was in trouble, he might come after me.”
The thought of another male trying to claim Angela made him see red. Still hiding most of her body, he turned toward Alaric. “Make sure everyone’s ready. I’ll meet you downstairs in a minute.”
As soon as the door shut behind him, he moved off her, giving her room to breathe. And if he was honest, he needed the space. He could still smell her lust and desire.
When he faced her again, she was shaking her head at him, as if she knew what he was going to say. “No way. You are not leaving me here. I can help you. If they came for a fight, they won’t play fair.”
“Neither will we.”
“Let me help,” she pleaded. “I don’t want any blood spilled on my behalf.”
Either he trusted her or he didn’t. Knox could see the challenge written clearly in her eyes. After what they’d just shared, he couldn’t leave her behind. Knew he’d regret it if he did. Biting back a curse, he shook his head. “You stay close to me and you only get tranq guns.”
“Fine,” she said through gritted teeth as she began gathering her clothes.
More than anything he wanted to finish what they’d started but they obviously still had more to talk about. And with a bunch of vampires invading his land , someone was going to pay.
Chapter 4
Angela tucked the tranq gun Knox had given her into the back of her pants. She wasn’t going to use it against her own tribe members. “This whole situation is incredibly stupid,” she whispered.
Knox didn’t respond. Instead his jaw clenched as he maintained his immobile stance by one of the giant oak trees on his expansive lawn.
“I should just walk right out there and show Titus that I’m okay.” But when she started to move from her position, his hand snaked around her waist.
He tugged her close then pinned her back against the tree. “We don’t know if these are even your coven members. It could be a bunch of rogues. You. Stay. Put.” His words were barely above a whisper but still had a deadly edge.
She bit her bottom lip. That was possible but not likely. The odds of a bunch of rogues showing up on his doorstep the day after she’d stormed the place…she didn’t buy it. Vamps and werewolves might not like each other but unless provoked, neither side wanted a war. She shook her head. “I really don’t think—”
He placed a finger on her lips then touched his ear with his free hand. Keeping still, she listened, too.
There was a slight movement from the surrounding forest. One of Knox’s men had seen more than a handful of vampires on their video cameras so she guessed the vampires were a lot closer now. Without any wind tonight it was hard to scent anyone, but Angela could. Just barely.
She could always sense her own kind, even when she didn’t want to. And they were nearby. She could hear the faint rustle of their movements.
Instinctively her entire body tensed. Moving to the side, she crouched next to Knox. Whatever happened next, she just hoped there was no bloodshed. Vampires and werewolves had been living in relative peace for the past decade but before that…the wars between them had been vicious. Brutal. No sane being wanted a repeat of that. If anything happened tonight, it could fracture their already tentative alliance. And with a formal peace treaty about to take place in a couple months, it could ruin everything.
Taking a chance, she peered around the tree. She could see the faint outline of eight vampires moving to the edge of the trees. Thanks to being a day walker, she had the unique ability to read heat signatures of her own kind. Unfortunately it didn’t extend to other