“Vampires?” Kaela echoed, the word freezing in her throat.
A cold dread slid down her spine. Werewolves and vampires had been enemies for as long as anyone could remember. Even human children in the border towns knew to lock their doors after dark.
Lucien exhaled heavily. “If I’m right, we have a serious problem.”
He took one last look at the bodies, then stepped outside. Kaela followed, grateful to put distance between herself and the copper stench. Leaving them there felt wrong—wild animals, or worse, could be drawn by the blood—but Lucien already seemed to anticipate the concern.
“Backup is on the way to collect them,” he said. “We need to get back to Sirius House. Ronan has to hear this directly.”
He stripped off his shirt. Kaela turned away as bones cracked and reformed. Moments
