Kieran’s jaw tightened, his gaze fixed on the horde gathering outside. “They’re not here because of us,” he said, his tone steely. “Vampires don’t hunt on a whim, especially not in these numbers. They’re organized. This was planned.”
Kai nodded, his face dark as he turned back to me. “They’re after something specific.”
“Or someone,” Kylan added quietly, grimacing as he straightened, though the strain was clear on his face.
I glared at them, not buying their cool explanations. “So they show up at the clinic the moment you’re there, and then suddenly my house is crawling with vampires?” My voice was sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care. “Explain that.”
Kai held my gaze, his expression like stone. “If we knew, we’d be handling it.”
“Lycans draw vampires like moth. The ones here are
