The sun had gone down by the time Noah returned to the cabin. He was sweaty and grubby, but he’d caught a couple of plump rabbits.
Light shown through the cabin’s windows, and he could see shadows pass behind them. One was too tall to be Mother Morwen. Noah felt his heart give a little leap, and he bounded up the steps and threw open the door.
“Dinner,” he sang out. His gaze went directly to his vampyre, who lounged casually in a chair at the table, and Noah held up the rabbits. “I’ll just remove the fur on their necks…” His words stumbled to a halt as he realized they weren’t alone. “Pop? Ma? What are you doing here? How did you get here?”
“I knew Chris was the only one you’d trust the Golden Circle to, so I called him. He told us where to find you. We flew up, rented a car, and drove
