Xander pov
Our surveillance of the factory used as the vampire den was heavily guarded. Scouts indicated that enough vampire warriors were outside. We would have issues taking them on. If Hannah wasn't inside, I would consider blasting the place to send those vampire scum where they belonged.
"Alpha," Marcus got my attention. "Mortimer just left the premises." I scowled. Why did that creep leave his hideout. He rarely did his own dirty work. "Are we sure it's not a glamour that looks like him." I asked.
"Pretty sure. It smelled just like him, unless they have found a way to glamor their scent also"
I looked towards my father and John, who stood behind him. "Ok, we need a plan. I do not want to lose a ton of warriors tonight."
We sat monitoring the guards' movements for some time unt
