The night was quiet as I stood on the quad. No birds chirped. No cicadas sang. Not even a breeze to rustle the grass. My hands shook as I waited for the vampires to show. I took deep breaths, partly to calm myself, but also so I’d know when they were close. I’d smell them before I saw them.
Dastien had convinced me to take off my shoes. Apparently they were a b***h to rip through when shifting fully clothed. He didn’t try to make me shift, but he made it clear that I should if I needed to. He was hiding between the buildings. I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was there in wolf form watching out for me.
I dug my toes into the cool, damp grass and reached into my pocket to palm one of the vials. I had thirty. Please let that be enough.
I sensed motion behind me and spun. The smell hit me.
