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And thanks to me, they are hurt or worse. I might not have sent the escape pod off course, but had I not been toying with the vampire, he wouldn’t have even attempted to redirect it. I doubt his telekinesis power had been that strong, at least not without something to boost it.

Like him biting off his own tongue.

This is my fault.

Meaning I need to fix it.

I need to get to whoever is in that escape pod. Bloodmisting is a possibility, but that will require reserves that I am low on.One Vampire Alpha isn’t enough to keep me sane if I use up what little blood I have left.

Stay,I command the survivor as I break into a run. Tracking them down will take more time, so it’s best they stay where they are until I arrive.

Assuming whoever just crashed is still alive.

Please be alive,I hope, not needing more innocent blood on my hands.

Ancient trees crack against me, snapping and bowing as I storm through them toward the crash site.

I’m not the only one. The sickly scent of at least four other Vampire Alphas are tracking the same target.

A pack.

Vampires don’t always form packs, but it can happen.

And four Vampire Alphas are going to be a challenge to handle, especially because they’re heading for the same target I am.

Whoever is in that escape pod is fresh blood.

And thanks to me, they have crashed on this island.

A crack sounds through the forest as the escape pod pops open. I’m nowhere near it, but my hearing can pick up sounds from miles away.

My sense of smell is even more powerful, and when I inhale and catch the scent of the newcomer, I fall to my knees.

Dirt explodes all around me as I crash to the ground, and my breath catches in my chest. Pain jerks through me as the fires inside of me roar to life.

What the hell?

I flash my gaze through the tree line, unable to see anything except the blur of a Vampire Alpha reacting similarly to me. He’s stunned, but he’ll recover in a moment.

Because the newcomer isn’t just an innocent.

She’s a Vampire Omega.

And she’s about to go into heat.

CHAPTER 2

GUÐRÚN

My chest constricts as growls ripthrough the air, promising violence and blood.

No, there’s already blood.

My nostrils flare as I draw in the metallic scent coming from the tree line. The distinct aroma is so powerful it’s almost as if I can taste it.

As I roll my tongue, I realize thereisblood in my mouth. I don’t think it’s mine, either. It tastes just as wrong as the scents riding the humid breeze.

Whose blood is in my mouth?

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