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“You should, or more lives will be lost. Including your own.” Amdis gestured for her to enter.

She had to. Because if she didn’t…

Kodiak would be lost. She couldn’t—wouldn’t let that happen.

Admis held out his hand but she gave it a wide berth and she didn’t miss the flash of irritation.

But she did it. She stepped inside.

It was foolish.

A death wish.

It was the only thing she could do.

Because with the screams and cries that rose up around the nightclub she knew the vampires were attacking the pack full force.

There was no more plan, and she had no idea what to do.

And no one would be coming to help her.

CHAPTER 24

Kodiak

The clomp of footsteps approaching his prison dragged him into full alert from his pain-filled twighlight. Not sleep, not wakefulness, just…surviving.

Someone was coming.

And it woke up all his senses into a howling fire.

Kodiak sniffed the air and gathered his strength. He needed to be ready…to fight, to kill…to try and escape.

Somehow, someway, he needed to fight off the pain.

The silver chain jangled as he stood up from the cold stone floor.

It was hard to guess the time, down there in the dark. The silver blocked his innate sense of the time of day or night, or when the moon approached fullness. Without the chains he’d have known if it was midnight or midday, even if he was locked in a windowless space. With the fucking chains it was just endless dark that never ended.

Like a timeless void that sucked at his soul and will.

He had no idea how long he’d been trapped. He did know that, left alone, he’d had way too much time to think. And judging by the maudlin turn of thought, it had definitely been a while.

He sniffed again, and an odor he hated crept closer with the footsteps.

The metal lock creaked, and the bolt slid aside. Kodiak smelled two vampires on the opposite side of the door, stuffed full of blood that wasn’t their own.

The door burst open and he was hit, full blast with the stench. And he tried not to gag.

Two male vampires walked in, dressed in black, hair slicked back. They looked at him, their ugly, pale faces twisted into contempt. And they opened their mouths and revealed their fangs with a hiss.

Theatrics, sure, but theatrics with teeth—literal and figurative. And the hiss was a warning, a provocation. A signal they could turn on him in an instant.

Drain him dry if they wanted.

Those things were plain as day, loud as if they’d spoken the threats.

Kodiak tensed, ready to defend himself. Had they finally come to drink him dry? It wasn’t something vampires did or even liked to do. Something about shifter blood repulsed them normally, maybe even affected them detrimentally. It was only ever done to kill. But right now, the way they looked at him, the evil intent and silent message in their eyes, it seemed like they definitely wanted his blood.

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