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“I accept your apology. Thank you. Now, can you perhaps help us with the car?”

“We don’t need his help,” I snarl at my treacherous sister.

“I’ll look at it,” the Beta replies, ignoring me.

I toss my arms up in the air over him and Marley. The Beta looks under the hood of the car, twisting off caps and checking oil.

I stand off to the side, still pissed at him and Marley.

“It’s going to need some work,” the Beta says, wiping his hands on his pants. “I’ll have someone tow it into town tomorrow.”

“I can have someone tow it. I don’t need—”

“My help. Yeah, I got it.” He slams the hood of the car down. “Come on, I’ll walk you back.” He doesn’t even wait to see if we will follow as he walks. Marley turns to follow. I shut my eyes and take a deep breath before I join them.

This is not how I planned to end my night.

chapter twelve

Snaps

Enzo

Two weeks after saving the vamps from the feral, we were back in the woods, standing over another mutilated deer's corpse. Since I killed the one feral that night, it’s like three of them have popped up in its place.

“Same one as the last time?” Chayton asks

“No,” Alarick says. “Not the same. Different scent.”

“So, we have at least three different ferals roaming around here.” I say to verify what Alarick is telling us.

He nods. “Maybe even more. I’m picking up another faint scent that isn’t either of the other three.”

“Fuck,” Chayton growls, running his hands through his hair. “What the hell is going on? It’s uncommon to have one feral on your lands, let alone multiple.”

"Are you sure this isn't linked to the vamps?" Zyion asks. “I mean, it can’t be a coincidence the ferals started showing up after they arrived.”

He had a point there. I’ve lived on these lands all my life and we never had a run in with a feral. Now, all of a sudden, we have multiples.

“Ferals are no more attracted to vampires than any other being,” Alarick states.

“Could whoever they’re running from be sending them?” I ask. If that bloodsucker has the sisters hiding out with us, who’s to say he wouldn’t recruit a bunch of ferals to work for him.

“Ferals rarely work with others. That’s why they’re feral,” Chayton says. “But something has to be drawing them here.”

That’s the truth. Something has them swarming around our pack like bees to a queen.

“We may need to go on the offense,” I suggest. “Instead of sitting back and waiting for them to attack, we might need to start a small scout party to go out looking for them.”

“Enzo’s right,” Alarick says. “It’s not a case of if they attack, it’s more like when. And if we can find them and get rid of them before they get bold, we can get ahead of this.”

Chayton sighs as he folds his arms over his chest. “Alright, Zyion, I’m going to have you spearhead this. Gather as many as you need.”

“I can do it,” I say to Chayton. “I have more experience.”

Chayton shakes his head. “I need you to continue monitoring the vampires.”

Two months have gone by since they showed up here and I’ve yet to find any proof that they are up to no good or for them to slip up and show their true colors. This is starting to feel like a dummy mission.