The night was alive with chaos. The air was thick with the scent of blood—human and vampire alike—mingling with the sharp tang of silver and sweat. The battle had erupted in an instant, and Makayla was thriving in it.
She moved like a predator unleashed, her fangs bared in a grin as she carved her way through the enemy. The first hunter she had attacked was already crumpled at her feet, his throat a torn mess of flesh and veins. The second hadn’t even managed to raise his weapon before she’d buried her claws into his chest, feeling the heartbeat stutter and die beneath her grip.
But these weren’t ordinary hunters.
They were disciplined.
Fast.
Dangerous.
Makayla knew the difference between amateurs and real threats, and these hunters—whoever they were—moved like professionals. Their s
