“Put eight on the perimeter,” he says to someone beyond the phone. “Two on each entrance.”

“Where are you going?” Fox asks.

“Trying to prevent a massacre,” the Alpha says as I hear the shift of the wind in the phone.

“I don’t need your help,” I tell him.

“What do you think your brother will say when he wakes up and realizes you’re dead because of some stupid revenge mission?”

Beyond the pines, the sky is starting to brighten. Really, it’s the perfect time to infiltrate a witch house. They’ll never expect a vampire to be out this late.

“I’m meeting you there,” the Alpha says.

“To stop me or to help me?”

“Aren’t those the same thing?”

“Don’t make me fight you too.”

“Fine. To help you, you fucking idiot.”

“You flatter me, Alpha.”

He laughs.

“How long will it take you?” I ask him.

“Less than ten.”

“Make it five.”

“I can’t run that fa—” I hang up, slide the phone into my pocket, and start running.

Episode 61

Dead Men Hold No Value

BRAN

Damien has no love for the Alpha, and yet I suspect he would agree with the wolf—I’m perhaps being a bit reckless going to the Renshaw witch house with an imperfect plan and an overwhelming desire for revenge.

I want to fucking kill something.

Something being witches.

But I need answers first in order to save my brother.

And I suppose, in a way, Kelly too.

We are all connected now. The MacMahon sisters. The Duval brothers.

When I reach the Renshaw property, the vibration in the air tells me there is a border spell. Not surprising, not insurmountable, but fucking annoying.

I pace away from the property and tap at a name on my cell phone. Bianca answers on the first ring. I’m glad she already knows not to keep me waiting.

She begins with a greeting, but I cut her off before she can get the words out.

“How do I get past a barrier spell?”