Page 62 of Night Sector

My wolf stood up and took notice.

Kieran.

I responded to him with a howl of my own, alerting him to my whereabouts. Not that he needed it. He would find me instinctively.

But first, he had an island full of intruders to slaughter.

I felt him take down the first in a handful of seconds, my invisible hold snapping as the Alpha went down.

Two more shattered in the next instant, Kieran making quick work of the vampires.

They were too far gone to their rut, too distracted by sweet Omega scents, toomadwith lust, to pose much of a threat. If it was one Omega they were devouring, they would have grouped together to defend their prey and mark their territory. But there were too many options here for them to pick a single source to guard.

They were overwhelmed by their thirst, giving Kieran the upper hand.

Of course, it helped that I had them all tethered for him, too.

There would be no mercy. Only death.

And the sweet scent that brought to my nostrils had me grinning in response.Victory. Except spilled Omega blood taunted my senses with my next inhale, telling me that several of them had been injured.

Including the still unconscious Omega beneath my palms.

His breaths came a little easier now, but he was nowhere near repaired enough to wake up.

Fritz must have been caught off guard. He excelled in enchanting weapons, of which he had many stashed around his nest and his work area. I could sense them even now. Yet not one of them seemed to have been used, suggesting he’d been subdued before he could even put up a fight.

My wrist buzzed, followed by a screen with Cillian’s name on it.

“Answer,” I told my watch.

The screen morphed into Cillian’s face, his expression furious. Kieran joined him in a flash, the call connecting all three of us.

“Six Vampire Alphas,” Kieran summarized, his tone matching Cillian’s expression.

“Seven,” I corrected. “I killed one right before you arrived.”

“How the fuck did they get through the barrier?” Cillian demanded. “Is it down?”

“It’s not down,” Kieran replied, his tone gentling as his focus shifted to something beside him. “Shh, you’re safe, little one,” he added in a murmur, his purr lightly rolling to life.

This was one of the few situations where an Alpha might purr for an Omega who wasn’t his mate.

“How many injuries?” I asked gruffly. “Because I have an Omega—Fritz—in bad shape up here. He’s requiring a lot of healing power.”

“I can handle the others.” Kieran maintained his soft voice, but I could see the fury burning in his gaze.

“He’s right here,” Cillian said suddenly.

Then Quinnlynn’s face appeared beside him on the screen. “Where’s Kyra?” she asked, her voice holding a note of fear. “And did I just hear you say Fritz is hurt?”

My jaw tightened. “I don’t know where Kyra is. She’s…” I wasn’t sure how to finish that statement.Unresponsive? Mentally cut off from me? Busy?“Have you seen her, Kieran?”

“No,” he answered, his focus still away from the screen. “But I’ll ask the Omegas where she is.” He appeared to be kneeling now, the screen showcasing a bloodbath behind him. I hoped like hell that was mostly vampire blood, but I suspected it belonged to at least one Omega, too.

“Fritz?” Quinnlynn choked out, reminding me that she’d also asked about him. “Is he…?”

“He’s going to be okay,” I told her, wincing as he tugged on more of my energy to heal.It’s Kyra I’m worried about,I added to myself.Where the fuck are you, little killer? And why was your nest covered in dead roses?