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Or maybe it was just the reality check she needed.

“Yeah. Total badass males. Very dangerous. Ben, Alex, and Oliver are also assassins. They kill people. You know, bang, bang. Dead.”

Mack led her down to his Jeep.

Fuck it, the guys could teleport back to the castle.

“Oh wow. They all seem so nice.” Ella shrugged and walked alongside him.

Jesus.

A roaring noise had him suddenly spinning around, just as a large truck came flying down the road. At first glance, he noticed people standing on the back, one holding a horn, which he let off over and over as it slowed outside the bars.

Ella tucked in behind him as Mack held out his arm protectively the moment he saw the wordvampirespray-painted along the side.

Andkill.

The blaring sound went off again and again, painful against his powerful hearing. Mack put his hand to his ears, and the truck stopped in front of them.

Guns lifted in their direction and his wolf roared to life.

Protect Ella.

“You vampires?” One man yelled.

“We will fucking kill you!” Another drunk guy waved a rifle.

Callan. Logan. Need you out here.

Two men jumped off the side of the truck. One wore a flannel shirt, the other in a band T-shirt.

“Oh God.” Ella grabbed at his jacket, and he felt her face plant itself against his back.

He wrapped his arm behind him and pressed her firmly against his back.

“No, we’re on a date.” Mack widened his stance, ready to fight, but first tried to talk them down. “Don’t kill my buzz, dudes.”

A third guy stalked closer, his shotgun pointing down, but not low enough for his liking. Mack would put money on them all being high or drunk.

“Show us!” Band T-shirt Guy came closer.

“Mack.” Ella shook against his body and his wolf rumbled, wanting to get out.

Stop. I’ve got this.

Kill. Danger. Protect Ella.

“It’s okay.” Mack assured her, then louder said. “You’re scaring my girl. Back off, man. We are just out having a drink.”

The three humans began to make a semi-circle around him, and now things were getting dangerous. Cameras were everywhere these days and so were the people walking past with phones.

Aka more cameras.

Mack needed to get Ella in the Jeep, but the door was still locked. With vampire speed, he’d be able to get it open before they closed in on them physically, but he couldn’t outrun a bullet. Dodge it? Yes. Risk Ella? Not so much.

It was clear they meant business and were vampire hunters, as they called themselves online.

“We want proof that you aren’t vampires. Show us your teeth.”