Page 7 of Blood Pack Beginning

For all Amir might be a big and muscled Lycan, he wasn’t usually one to use his fists. Wouldn’t have mattered if he hadthe practice; those who ambushed them in the church had been abnormally strong and fast.

Because they were fucking vampires.

Like, what the ever-loving fuck? Bloodsuckers only existed in movies and books. Tell that to the crew claiming they were the real deal. He still had his doubts, pointed teeth or not, but that damn lack of scent had him wondering.

But did they have anything to do with the murder of the folks in town? He doubted it. Otherwise, why were they taking them captive instead of continuing the slaughter?

Then whohaddone it? Was it Amir and Omar’s fault for living in Moon Dew as rogues? Had the Lycan Council sent a hit squad to make an example of those choosing to abet a pair of loners? That made more sense than rogues banding together to go on a murder spree, but where did the vampires fit in all this? Why did their leader—a petite dark-haired beauty who smiled prettily as she threatened to eat them—insist on removing them for questioning?

As they approached two dark SUVs, both with heavily tinted windows, Amir’s brother tucked close.

“Where are they taking us?” Omar whispered, quivering with fear. He’d always been less than brave, despite his wolfish heritage.

“To their lair, most likely,” quipped Diego. “Probably some windowless basement somewhere.”

A snort from one of their captors was followed with, “What’s the point of being a vampire if we don’t live in luxury?”

“Shh.” One of the other guys nudged the talker. “Next thing you know, you’ll be telling them we don’t sleep in coffins.” To which all the vamps burst out into laughter.

“Did the stories get anything right?” grumbled Diego.

“Some parts, yes, but I’m not about to reveal our secrets, dog,” taunted the fanged guy.

As they neared the vehicles, the woman held out her hand and demanded, “Phones.”

“I don’t have one,” Omar lied.

The one in charge sighed. Said nothing, and yet the fanged dude suddenly had Omar in a headlock while the other female plucked his phone from his pocket.

The leader kept her hand outstretched, and a reluctant Amir dropped his cell in it, as did Diego and Cyrus. No point in starting a losing fight.

The Lycans were split between the vehicles. Diego and Cyrus rode in the SUV with one of the dudes and the other chick, while Amir and Omar rode with the hot one in charge and the fang flasher. One guy was left behind with orders to clean up. Good luck. That many bodies wouldn’t be easy to clear.

As they clambered into the luxurious SUV, Omar huddled in a corner looking miserable, leading the dude in the passenger seat to say, “Relax, little guy.”

Omar took offense. “Relax how? We’re being kidnapped by vampires.”

“Would you rather be dead?” The woman’s blunt reply.

“No,” huffed Omar. “But I don’t know why you need to take us. We had nothing to do with it.”

“Then you have nothing to fear.” The passenger used a soothing tone.

“Stop mollycoddling them. They’re werewolves, not children.” The woman glanced back at them. “The drive will be about two hours. You will behave, or else.”

“Or else what?” Amir couldn’t help but riposte.

Her lips curved. “Or else I might decide I need a snack after all.”

The SUV jolted into motion, and Amir slumped in the seat. How to extricate him and his brother? He already knew he couldn’t outrun the woman. Couldn’t fight them. Look at howquickly they’d been outmatched. He had to wonder if perhaps they’d get a chance once the sun rose because surely the vamps would hide from sunlight. Or would they? Did the stories have the whole burning-in-daylight thing wrong too?

The dude half turned in his seat. “I don’t see why we can’t start the questioning now. What do you say, boys? Let’s start with names. I’m Pierrot. The lady I don’t recommend messing with is Sasha. And you are?”

“None of your fucking business,” Amir uttered in a low growl.

“I’m Omar.” His younger brother didn’t hesitate to give out that information and got elbowed in the ribs for it.

“And you are from that town?”

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