Page 8 of Blood Pack Beginning

Omar chose to ignore Amir’s warning nudge. “Not originally. Our parents emigrated to the US with the Lycan Council’s permission when I was seven and Amir was ten. We started out living in the city until the council found a pack that would accept us.”

“Moon Dew is not a sanctioned Pack town, so how did you end up there?” Pierrot questioned.

“Lorelei, our sister, was kicked out of our Pack town for not being a wolf.” Omar just couldn’t shut his fucking trap. “She was a dormant.”

“As in born of Lycans but never shifted?” Sasha’s sharp question.

“Yeah. Amir left with her, and I joined them when our parents died not long after. Moon Dew was kind of like a sanctuary for latents.”

Amir leaned his head back and closed his eyes as Omar blithely spilled everything.

“How many dormants are in the town?” Sasha asked.

“Didn’t you count them before ordering their deaths?” Amir snapped.

“I told you we had nothing to do with that.”

“Yet you were there, going through the houses.”

“Looking for the rogues responsible,” the woman huffed.

“What makes you think it was rogues? And why the fuck would you care?”

“Because these rogues are likely following a vampire’s orders,” Pierrot revealed and got in shit for it.

“What the fuck? Don’t be spilling our intel,” Sasha chided.

“Why do we need to hide what we know? It’s obvious they’re not the rogues Thaddeus has us looking for.”

“Don’t be so sure,” muttered Sasha. “Roderick’s influence can be buried deep, hidden from the casual observer, a ticking murderous bomb.”

“My brother Amir and I aren’t the killers,” Omar hastened to reassure. “We were in the city having some drinks with our buddies when Cyrus’ aunt called to tell us something was wrong. We rushed back, but we got to Moon Dew too late to do anything.”

“Why don’t you just tell them everything?” Amir groaned.

“If they’re hunting those responsible, then that makes them our allies,” Omar insisted.

“Did you forget the part where they claim to be vampires? That makes them our enemy, not our friends.”

“Why would vampires automatically be our enemy?” Omar retorted. “We didn’t even suspect they existed until tonight, so maybe?—”

“They drink blood,” Amir snapped. “And weren’t you listening? They said a vampire ordered the rogues to massacre the town.”

“Like Lycans, my kind can have bad seeds,” Sasha interjected. “Given what happened here, I’d say we have a common purpose.”

“Common purpose to do what?” he snapped.

“Hunt and execute those responsible, from the Lycan thralls to the vampire controlling them.”

“Controlling? Bullshit,” Amir exclaimed. “A vampire might have hired them, but he’s notcontrollingthem. Only an Alpha can command.”

“Or a Lycan Alpha turned vampire.”

The claim froze Amir. “That’s not possible.” He refused to believe it.

“We thought the same until recently.” Her gaze met his in the rearview. “An alpha named Roderick somehow also became vampire, a hybrid the likes of which should not have been possible. While he is now dead, the dogs under Roderick’s sway lost their usual immunity to vampire mind control, making them vulnerable to mental manipulation.”

“We’ve never met this Roderick, which explains why you couldn’t force us to obey at the church and why your friends had to bust in.”

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