“f**k!” Blaez growled loudly as he ended the call with his brother, slamming a fist, denting the SUV in front of him. Luke rounded the vehicle quickly while zipping up his black jacket, looking at the crater in the car door and then to his Alpha.
“What? What’s wrong?”
Blaez hissed through his teeth, “Just, f**k that right now,” as he huffed past him. “Talk to me, Luke.” He and Luke hustled through the thicket of trees where they had parked their vehicles and headed north on foot.
“Intel still shows this lair is just manned with a skeletal crew. Not a lot of leeches here anymore.”
Blaez growled, still festering over the fact that this attack wasn’t the showdown he wanted. He wanted that vampire king’s head, and he had to reconcile that today wasn’t going to be the
