Being an outcast from the shifter community was the least of my concerns.
As negative thoughts and fears reeled in me, I started to cry, my quiet sobs in sync with the rising and falling of Jason’s chest, before exhaustion dragged me under.
I finally fell asleep with my nose buried against the vampire’s broad chest.
Intense light simmering outside the cave woke me. I pried open my eyes, realizing it was already high noon. I peeked at my companion, who seemed to be in a coma. That was what heat and sun could do to a vampire.
Sunlight was a vampire’s biggest foe. It drained their strength. Intense, direct sunlight could burn a less powerful vampire to ash in an instant. Even a very powerful vampire grew weak under the direct sun, but he might survive a couple of hours before he perished.
